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

He didn’t know what he was doing here.


Anger drenched Lucian in a heavy cape, and he wanted to scream, shoot something, shake Shea until his fillings came loose. Lucian was so pissedat the idiot for being such an incontrovertible dumbass. Lucian was furiousat himself for refusing to see the truth. For not being able to see it because he didn’t want to believe that Shea had been…so…hurt.


Most of all, though, Lucian was righteous and ready to murder the assholes who took his Shea—the real one, the geeky, glasses-wearing, insecure sweetheart who knew what kind of beer Lucian would tolerate and who tucked Lucian into bed on the worst night of his life—away from Lucian. Took Shea away from family, friends…life.


He didn’t know what to do with the tsunami of fucking feelings.


Chapter 43