If someone had asked Rune Calix where he saw himself in a thousand years, his answer definitely wouldn’t have involved mediating the petty squabbles of the dead. Still, amid the rack and ruin, he’s managed to carve out a life that doesn’t make him want to swan dive into the River Acheron. It’s neat, organized, predictable—just the way he likes it.

Then a new soul arrives on the riverbank, smelling of honeysuckle and chaos, and threatens to turn his orderly world upside down.

Keegan Marsh is neither confused nor fragile. He’s stubborn, resilient, and angry. He also knows hell, and the Underworld...

If someone had asked Rune Calix where he saw himself in a thousand years, his answer definitely wouldn’t have involved mediating the petty squabbles of the dead. Still, amid the rack and ruin, he’s managed to carve out a life that doesn’t make him want to swan dive into the River Acheron. It’s neat, organized, predictable—just the way he likes it.

Then a new soul arrives on the riverbank, smelling of honeysuckle and chaos, and threatens to turn his orderly world upside down.

Keegan Marsh is neither confused nor fragile. He’s stubborn, resilient, and angry. He also knows hell, and the Underworld isn’t it. Not when it comes with a fiercely protective shifter who would die, and maybe even kill, for him. Yet, while death brings freedom, his second chance is also a dark reminder of what he left behind.

Or more precisely…who.

When Keegan is forced to confront a past that already destroyed him once, Rune knows he can’t stop him, but he’s not about to let him face it alone. He’d wage war through the depths of Tartarus for his mate, but where they’re going, his daggers won’t help them.

And there’s every chance that they won’t be coming back.