Down a dirt road, Seraphina Sandoval fled her past. Someone in her position could trust no one—not even the sublime stranger she met on her way.

No, Seraphina could ill afford to trust. When the Dark Man had found her, she’d been someone else, and she had bartered her soul. All good things come to an end, and she had spent centuries on the run. She had ended here: Mexico— an arid land of ancient rites and vampires; and in the arms of a man with a past more bizarre than her own, a man whose eyes vowed joyous oblivion. It would be madness to trust, to believe in a union for the ages, but she had only moments to decide: leave, or take the ride Fate offered. She’d always been one for a ride.