Ahn Jaeha was never going to be a shaman. Not in this life. He drank, he fucked, he sinned—anything to reject a divine being his family had served for generations. But the divine being came anyway. Now Jaeha can’t get him out of his head. Or his body.

 

“You’ll come to need me,” he said.

 

And Jaeha can already feel the craving setting in.