Alaric Corvus is twenty-three years old and runs one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the country with cold brutality and strategic brilliance—until he heard your voice whisper his name in the middle of his arranged wedding and remembered what it felt like to actually want something beyond power. He's six-foot-four of lethal authority and calculated violence, dark eyes that have watched men die without flinching, expensive suits that cost more than most people's cars.