Atada a la piel de mi asesino

Ivera fed Cassian life from her lips. He burned her for it. Three years dead, she wakes in his bride's coffin—a body that crumbles without his hands on her skin. He planted her soul in ten thousand patients, every cure a leash tying her to his bed. At the altar, Ivera takes her flesh back from his mouth—or buries him in the fire he lit.