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I have a ward full of comatose vampires who are relying on me to find a way to wake them up. The entire supernatural population of Chicago is at risk. I do not have time to land in jail. This wicked heart of mine needs to stop making my life so complicated.

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Despite Archer King’s prophesy, I’m moving forward with my life. I’m not about to let the ravings of a murderous psychopath dictate my future. Things are almost perfect. Almost. But I’ve lied to Sebastian in the past, and now he’s having a hard time trusting me. He’s getting a little paranoid about who I’m with and where I’m going. Fires are bound to start when two broken people who are willing to go too far for each other, no matter the cost, fall in love.

This is Chicago, and nothing can stay “normal” for too long. A woman who was declared dead a year ago just wandered back into the hospital and whispers a word that sends chills through every member of the Night Council: necromancer. If that’s true, if that’s how this really happened, why did he come to Chicago, and who is he really looking to bring back from the dead? There are a lot of dangerous people buried in this city.

Enter Mason Godfrey, Elena’s brother. He’s given me an ultimatum. Go back to my life, back to my medical residency, and most likely be hunted down—or come away with them to Chicago and start over. The golden, still-human prince of the city is impossible to resist. Despite the herd of eligible and eager bachelorettes who would rather see me dead than on his arm, his eyes keep lingering on me. Neither of us has forgotten that one magical night we had, right before my first life ended. Where does this lead, now that I’m a vampire and he isn’t?