They want her soul, but it belongs to him.Letting ghosts pass through me to the other side isn't what you'd expect from a nun, but neither is being an exorcist. The church is all I've ever known, and I accepted my fate long ago.Until I met him.He's walking blood, unapologetic murder, and lust - the poster child for possession. I should be disgusted, but when I'm near him, I feel like I'm on fire.At first, I tell myself it's part of the curse, part of the possession. But when secrets begin coming to light, I realize the people who raised me lied to me my entire life. What part of me will win the battle between my heart and mind: the woman or the exorcist?