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

“The evidence, Gary,” Lucian said, voice a solid steel intonation. “Now.”


It took a few tries to understand the answers through the inevitable sobbing, but Clark relayed the information to Daniel and the mobile unit. Lucian studied Gary while they waited. A fleshy man somewhere north of thirty-five, Gary hung broken on the table where, perhaps, Shea’s arms had been ripped from their sockets, probably returned roughly into place despite Shea’s reflexive howls. Disgust and rage poured into the places where sympathy tried to grow, crushed the sentiment beneath boot heels made heavy by hatred. Lucian clung to that anger, let it buoy him on a dark tide, until Clark shifted to stand taller.


“Sir? They found the stash at the bus station, locker twenty-eight. DNA evidence, more files, plenty there. We won’t be able to get into the bank’s location without a warrant, though I’m told that can be secured during daylight hours.”


Chapter 57