To be immortal, but still feel pain and bleed like a sieve sucks ass. Part of this world, but not. Alive, but not. There are the Darkworld feeding quotas we police, the humans we protect, and then us—Nephilim—living in the shadows of cities that know nothing about us. And if we do our job right, never will. Wounded in battle, Zander wakes in a daemon feeding ground, bound to a human female. The origins of the restraints are unknown, the woman - Austin - a risk for Otherworld exposure. In the midst of human corpses, and with relationships punishable by death, Austin tempts a part of him he's locked down his entire existence. His beast, however, the part of him that consumes every dark soul he's ever dispatched, pulls at its tether, fighting to claim what can never be.