No one knows what the past will whisper into your future, to drive its vengeful claws into what lies ahead. No one knows whether hatred in the heart can be reborn into something so beautiful that it won’t matter who he is or what he lives for—this predator in the body of an attractive man. A strigoi and a witch… Can there be a worse connection in the eyes of both branches of magic that clash in warring beings? And should you heed the command of ancient lines that write only the beginning of the story and don’t try too hard to give a clear picture of what will come… and whether it will come at all if you go against what they demand? The cover design uses photos from depositphotos.