BLURB:

She doesn't remember me. But I've waited two thousand years to have her back.

Ophelia Marin thinks the spring magic in her blood is mental illness. The flowers that bloom when she bleeds. The way plants grow at her touch. She's spent her whole life hiding, ashamed of the power her father taught her to fear.

She has no idea what she really is.

She doesn't know her mother tried to murder her to keep her "pure." She doesn't know a fanatical cult has been hunting her since birth. She doesn't know about the prophecy that makes her a target for gods and zealots alike.

And she doesn't know that the man watching from the shadows has loved her across lifetimes.

I am Hades. King of the Underworld. God of Death. Ruler of Las Vegas's darkest empire.

I made a bargain with the Fates to save her life. I traded everything for her survival, never asking the cost.

Now that debt is coming due.

When she needs you most, you will lose what you love most.

The cult is closing in. Her powers are awakening. And I'm the only thing standing between her and those who would use her to resurrect the old gods.

The Fates warned me: Loving her might be what kills her.

I'll do it anyway.

Because death bows to no one.

Except her.