Chapter 1

Born with the gift of second sight, I could see things others couldn't – spirits, auras, the unseen world. After my husband, Damon Blackwood, was blinded in a car accident, I didn't hesitate to donate my corneas.

But after the surgery was a success, he tricked me and buried me alive in the mountains.

Sand filled my nostrils, a terrifying sense of suffocation choking me.

The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was Damon’s vengeful voice.

“Die, Anya Reed! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be tormented by these spirits!”

“Seraphina had already found the perfect cornea for me, why did you have to meddle?!”

Turns out, he’d hated me all along.

I opened my eyes again, back to the day of the surgery.

This time, when Seraphina Thorne offered him a pig's cornea, I simply stood silently to the side.

But he still wasn’t done with me.

To calm the frail Seraphina, he demanded large amounts of my blood daily to draw talismans.

What he didn’t know was that talismans drawn with my heart’s blood weren't something just anyone could handle.