Dumuzi had been content for centuries, so why couldn’t things remain status quo? When all his buddies started finding their Chosen, their eternal mates, he couldn’t have been happier while determined to maintain his normal, low profile. But then the edict had come. They all had to find their other halves. Which was totally messed up. No way could he subject a woman to who he was, who he became. It would be a death sentence…for both of them. Veronica Foxey hadn’t been haunted by the voices since she moved from Boston, but now an emergency call from her daughter had her rushing back to the city which held only pain. Would the voices return after ten years? And if they did, would she be able to hang on to her sanity?