Loki is sinful in every sense of the word—cruel, possessive, obsessive, cold, stern, heartless, and utterly ruthless. A god who has never needed anyone and has never cared to belong to anyone. In Jotunheim, he leaves a trail of fleeting lovers behind him, taking whoever catches his interest and forgetting them by morning. To Loki, desire has always been temporary. Power is permanent. Then he sees Abbey. Innocent where he is corrupted. Soft where he is merciless. Entirely uninterested in him—and that, more than anything, becomes his undoing. The moment Loki lays eyes upon her, something ancient and vicious awakens beneath all that cold indifference. It isn't simple desire. It is devotion twisted into something darker. Possession disguised as worship. An obsession so absolute that the idea of anyone else touching her, courting her, or even looking at her for too long becomes intolerable. Abbey wants nothing to do with him. Loki finds that irresistible. He doesn't know how to want gently. He doesn't know how to love without consuming. And he has never learned the meaning of surrender. So when Loki decides Abbey is his, the most dangerous god in the Nine Realms becomes devoted to one woman with terrifying intensity. He will watch. He will wait. He will pursue. And he will not stop.