It's never possible to run from your past. Sooner or later you have to turn and face it, either to fight the monsters that wait there, or to submit and fall beneath their claws.

As a reincarnated Master vampire, I should've expected that to be tough. My memories of my past had been tampered with and hidden out of reach, so it proved difficult to prepare for the fang-baring creature snapping at my heels. On top of that, the one man capable of helping me understand who I'd been also believed he could only protect me by distancing himself. That I'd once been his wife made no difference in his mind; he'd failed me in the distant past, and he wouldn't allow it to happen again.

It didn't help that I had secrets; things I couldn't share with Conn for fear they'd destroy him. There was darkness in my past and it was coming for me, but I suspected it would swallow my former husband, the man who I couldn't confess to loving, and who couldn't admit to loving me.