*Two years ago.*

The scent of copper and rain was suffocating.

Ronan lay pinned in the suffocating darkness of the collapsed warehouse, his vision completely gone. The explosion had ruptured the chemical vats, burning his eyes and leaving him blind in the smoke-choked ruin. His mentor, the man wh

The heavy mahogany doors of the syndicate's inner sanctum swung open with a groan that sounded like a dying man’s last breath.

Sienna stood at the threshold, the stolen Sterling inheritance documents clutched in her hand in a sleek leather portfolio. The air inside the room was thick with the suff

The descent into the bowels of Ronan Thorne’s empire was a journey through descending circles of hell, masked by velvet and gold.

The guards dragged Sienna down a spiral staircase carved from black marble, past reinforced steel doors and armed sentries whose eyes lingered on her with cold, predato