As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man has no use for tears or mercy. The only light in Lucian's formative years was Shea who gave Lucian the impetus to break free of his father and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.<br><br>But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with new purpose: build an empire to destroy the darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without confessing that Shea is his only solace and reason for living.<br><br>When reuniting with Shea leads to a horrifying discovery at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to eradicate, Lucian vows a path of bloody vengeance to save Shea from certain destruction.

Winter's Knight

“Oh, Christ. Fuck this,” Shea muttered and staggered to his feet. He sucked in a breath and shouted, “Luke, get out! I need you the hell out of my house! Now!”


Rage powered Lucian upright, and for a horrible moment, he thought he might do something truly insane. Attack Shea, throw a book at the asshole’s head, something. The waking burn of a forming bruise across his shoulder blade and the tightness in his chest stopped him.


And so did the confusing mass of hurt, anger, fear, and loss that filled his love’s eyes and slid in a single silver track down one cheek.


“All right,” Lucian said, chilly as the ice filling his guts and engulfing his heart. “I’ll go, sweetShea.” Lucian added the cruel twist of inflection, and the nightmare part of him liked the way Shea flinched. Lucian stalked to the entryway. The gun lay in his path, and he kicked it with a garbled cry, yanking open the door and slamming it hard enough to rattle windows behind him.


Chapter 18