He wanted to split her open, to dig his fingers in and pry open her ribcage, lick her heart and her blood, pick open her bones and suck out the marrow. He wanted to devour her whole. To make her his. She wanted nothing to do with him. To never see him again. He, who was something colder than his very own name. Alas, fate doesn't care about plans. If two points are destined to touch, nothing can quite stop the universe from bringing them back together again. But isn't it cruel? That the person fate has chosen for Enya Fedorov is non other than the devil himself?