Ethan's got a knack for Death-Magic and Jacob's got a dangerous taste for it. Generations of history between reapers and hunters say the two should want to tear each other apart. The thing is, Jacob Wright doesn't follow anyone's scripts but his own. He's hunting Ethan alright, Just not in the way either of their fathers expect. As much as Ethan doesn't want to admit it - He loves the chase. And he loves giving Jacob the hits he craves. But what they're doing is unprecedented, and if the history books are to be believed, then the consequences might be incompatible with life. The spark meant to draw blood drew them together instead. They were never enemies. But they know how to play the part. For now. They could fall for each other. They could drag their families to hell. *Maybe they won't have to choose.*

Marcus never meant to touch her. But the moment he did, something ancient and volatile took root. Reece is disciplined. She's powerful, both as a mage and as a mogul of the wine industry. Marcus is a *decommissioned* sentient weapon. He's emotionally guarded and barely holding himself together after being chewed up and spit out by the military and high magic commission. He isn't even supposed to feel magic, let alone siphon it from Reece and wield it like it's his own. In fact, he was carefully designed to avoid such a scenario. But when an accidental surge binds him and Reece together, it triggers something unprecedented, intimate, and dangerous. *Addictive* even. The government discarded Marcus, but now that he and Reece outclass even the most seasoned of mages and defy the current scientific understanding of how magic works - the feds want their weapon back. It started with an intoxicating spark. It ended with a sobering realization: the new pair can't be apart without unraveling. But being together might be worse. Because Marcus would do anything to safeguard her. War crimes included. And Reece might just let him.