The rhythmic, deafening thud of the helicopter blades was the only sound in the cabin, a steady drumbeat that felt like the pulse of Freya’s newfound freedom. She sat nearest the reinforced window, staring down at the snow-covered expanse of the Ironcrest territory as it rapidly shrank into the dist

The Blood-Moon Syndicate’s fortress sat high in the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Mountains, a breathtaking marvel of ancient stone and cutting-edge military architecture. As the stealth helicopter breached the cloud line, Freya looked down through the cabin window to see a sprawling estate carved di

The scent of burning pine and dried blood clung to the walls of the Ironcrest packhouse, a suffocating perfume that Julian Cross could not wash out of his clothes.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since Freya Vance walked out of his territory with Kade Blackridge, and in that short span of ti