He’d traded a shard of his own soul to buy her life — now he planned to own what he’d saved. Malachi was half-man, half-demon, a ruthless soul-dealer who lived where desire and danger met. Years after he pulled Eleanor back from the brink, she thought the debt was forgotten. He knew better. He watched her from the dark, a predator made of shadow and heat, starving for the woman she’d become. When he finally stepped into her light, it was like a brand: possession, protection, and a hunger that tasted like sin. His touch unmade her and remade her, the spark between them a currency more vital than blood. He wanted her body, her fate, her soul — and he was dangerously skilled at getting what he wanted. She felt the pull, the thrill, the terror of surrendering to a man who could burn her alive and still keep her breathing. Can Eleanor risk everything on a love forged in barter and fire — or will the darkness that created him claim them both?