When ghosthunter Rae moves back to rugged Washington state, she doesn't bargain for a titillating fork-tongued demon and a ritualistic monster cult... The demon didn't just want my body. He wanted my soul. Leon: My reputation among magicians is unblemished. Killer, they call me; killing is what I'm best at. One wrong move and you're dead. Except her. The one I was supposed to take, the one I should have killed. The cult that once controlled me wants her, but I'm not about to lose my new toy to them. Rae: I've always believed in the supernatural. Hunting for ghosts is my passion, but summoning a demon was never part of the plan. Something ancient - something evil - is waking up... and calling my name. I don't know who I can trust, or how deep this darkness goes. All I know is my one shot at survival is the demon stalking me, and he doesn't just want my body - he wants my soul.