She didn't summon him. She just moaned his name in her sleep. And that was enough. Now he watches her from the shadows. Moves through her body like it's already his. Burns glyphs into her skin from a realm that was never meant to touch hers. Xal'gon was once a sentinel—cast out for wanting what no angel was allowed to want. Now he waits in the Veil, feeding on breath, sound, and the shape of her soul. And Lacey? She's the anchor. The tether. The one mortal who can bring him across. He offers her a place beside him. No death. No hunger. No one else. Just eternity, kneeling in embered gold. But claiming her means burning the life she once knew to ash— And once the Binding Circle closes, there's no going back. A dark erotic descent into supernatural obsession, spiritual domination, and possession without apology. If you like monster romance with claws, control, and absolutely no soft edges… open your mouth and say his name.