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

“Aw, fuck. Shit. That was…ah Christ, Luke. I’m….” Shea pushed back his left cuff and looked at the diamond watch Lucian had given him and sagged against Lucian’s chest. “I’m on time. Made it. Thank God.”


“You’re perfect,” Lucian said, hands in Shea’s hair and beneath Shea’s jacket, rubbing his back. “On time, here, safe and sound with me, and I’m so damned proud of you that I…just…” Shea clutched at Lucian, and Lucian hugged Shea harder. “Oh, my Shea, thank you.”


Shea went rigid, head falling to Lucian’s shoulder. Arms tightened convulsively around Lucian, and it took a moment for Lucian to realize that what he thought were gasps were actually stifled sobs. “You did it,” Lucian murmured, and when Shea’s knees gave out, Lucian crumbled, too, slowing the slide and wrapping Shea in an embrace made from both arms and legs. “Getting through the door is more than enough, my love.” He rocked Shea, relaxing and unwinding as he felt Shea respond in kind.


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