Eleanor: In the graveyards of Edinburgh, I search for history: names, dates, stories long finished. I don’t expect to find Lucian. He is dangerous in a way I can’t explain, controlled and unmistakably different. I should leave him alone. Instead, I’m drawn closer, pulled into a bond of blood and intimacy that reshapes everything I thought I wanted. Becoming his means surrendering to something forbidden... and knowing there is no return. Lucian: I have outlived empires and learned the value of distance. Solitude has kept me intact for centuries, until Eleanor steps into my world without fear. One look at her amid the headstones, and restraint becomes a losing battle. Claiming her as mine binds her to me as my lover, my obsession, and maybe my salvation. When a deadly threat emerges, Lucian and his immortal brothers close ranks around Eleanor. Protection comes with a price, and staying safe means staying close—closer than either of them ever intended.