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

Lucian made note and held out a hand that was immediately studied by Clark’s all-seeing gaze. “Good evening, Mr. Fawkes. Lucian Gray. Your reputation precedes you.”


“So I see.” Hazel eyes flickered from man to man, and the tired voice held the faintest clip of a British accent. Kris took Lucian’s hand and clasped it briefly. “You’ve afforded me quite the reception, Mr. Gray. I stand at your convenience, as I stand at all.”


Some piece of Lucian purred at Kris’s oddly poetic inflection, and Clark shifted minutely. Lucian didn’t need to look to see the warning glare or actually have Clark speak to hear the, “It’s not hard to sound like an educated fop. Don’t let it slip by the defenses, sir.”


Chapter 40