She left home to escape a mistake that never stopped haunting her. New Orleans was supposed to be a fresh start. Quiet nights. Photography work. Music in old jazz bars on weekends. A city big enough to bury guilt and forget the man she could never have. Then she meets Cassiël Riply. Beautiful in a way that feels dangerous. Sharp silver eyes. Expensive smile. The kind of man who walks into a room and changes the temperature without trying. He’s charming. Addictive. Impossible to read. And from the moment he looks at her, something feels wrong. Not bad. Worse. Familiar. As if he already knows every dark part of her. Now the nights get longer. The tension gets harder to ignore. And the deeper she falls into Cassiël’s world of jazz clubs, lies, obsession, and hunger, the more she realizes some people don’t survive love after dark. Especially when the thing wanting you has been starving for centuries.