Thrillist

Lyra Stevens and Draziel Asheron—a mortal woman and the immortal demon god of the underworld—were never meant to be. Yet, they defied the laws of existence, forging a love so powerful it bound them to an unbreakable, merciless cycle. Every time they found happiness, Lyra died before her thirty-first birthday, only to be reborn with the memories of all her past lives. And each time, Draziel had to find her all over again.
But after her 176th death, Draziel could bear it no longer. In a desperate bid to end their suffering, he struck a deal with his ruthless brother and sworn enemy, Zarek Asheron—the very being responsible for Lyra’s countless deaths. The terms were simple: Lyra would never die again… in exchange for Draziel’s life.
Unwilling to let fate steal her love, Lyra did the unthinkable—she stole Draziel’s power and hurled herself into the past, determined to rewrite their destiny. But the past is not as she remembers. Trapped in an era where Draziel has never met her, she must make him fall in love with her all over again while unraveling the truth behind Zarek’s twisted schemes.
With time running out and dark forces conspiring to keep them apart, Lyra faces the impossible: saving the man she loves, changing a doomed fate, and surviving a past where she was never meant to exist.
But the universe has never been kind to them. And this time, it might be too late.

Eternal Wound

"We have a lot to talk about, Lyra." Zarek said. And for probably the first time since I have known this version of him, his gaze was smoldering. I felt his eyes drilling holes into my body.

I didn't understand the reason for his sudden countenance, but I stood upright while still hanging onto Aurora's support. "I don't think we have anything to talk about, Zarek." I responded, my tone defiant.

"Yeah. We do," Zarek threw his head to the side. A silent conviction thickened his voice. With a rush of air that brought down everything in his wake, letting them fall and clatter on the ground, the discordant noises echoing loudly against the stone walls, he teleported to me.

He snatched my arm, his fingers like a band to my skin. "We have a lot to talk about, Lyra." Now his gaze was so hot, it burned me. I looked away from him. Even Aurora felt it.

Yes, She will die.