I went to Cabo for no-strings heat—not a soul-binding ritual or a man I can’t forget.
Mark is intense, guarded, and nothing like the men I usually choose. We agree on the rules: one weekend, no promises, just tequila, temptation, and desire meant to fade when it’s over.
Then I stumble into a hidden market and leave with an ancient box etched in runes. Inside is a ritual meant to bind two souls across lifetimes.
It should have been a game. Just fantasy.
But the pull between us feels old. I chose him without hesitation.
He doesn’t.
And the box remembers.
Now I’m bound to a love I can’t undo—and something is waiting to finish what we started.
