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It's a dark night in an alley when Seo Jin-tae marks me. A death sentence written across my skin that there's no escaping from. No matter how far I run, or how well I hide, he'll come for me. But when he returns to carry out his grim mission, something changes. Instead of ending my life, he claims it. I become his obsession—the one thing he can't bring himself to destroy. And as passion burns between us, I realize I don't stand a chance. I find myself drawn to the man who once sought to kill me.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

A few months ago, we danced. We flirted. I've never wanted a woman more. But she was too young for me. Too unguarded. Wide-eyed college girls with curves for days don't end up with possessive bikers that have blood on their hands. Somehow, I found the strength to push her away. Now she's back, walking into my tattoo shop and asking another man to put his mark on her skin. Over my dead body. If she gets inked, it'll be by my hand or no one's. My bad boy biker rep might not match with her sunshine. But I know we belong together, so this time I'm not letting her go.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.