Every night at midnight Dax could start to feel the change. The curse that made him less human as the Phantom inside struggled to take over. Then he would hear the ghost riders--their pounding hoofbeats drawing ever nearer, reminding him that he was never safe. Nor were the ones he loved.|
As a girl, Robyn had pledged herself to him. But that was a lifetime ago. Now she was a woman. Beautiful. Pure. Every time she was near--her soft skin, her delicate scent--the Phantom wanted to claim her, to bring her body to the greatest heights of pleasure. Then steal her soul. Dax couldn't allow that to happen. He was supposed to be protecting her. But deep down, he knew her love could save him. If the Phantom didn't get her first.