Thore Akyd wants me nowhere near the black sword that tried to take my head off on my soundstage, and nowhere near him.
The blade is no prop: it hums like a living weapon, and the bossy, gorgeous Viking lookalike who catches furniture one-handed is no ordinary man on a set.
When a nameless invitation arrives bearing only the words Nocturne Arcana, he tells me to burn it, so I accept.
Inside the club, my dangerous fantasy is a powerful man willing to kneel at my command, but Thore is a dragon, scales beneath his skin and fire in his blood, with an enemy determined to use me to steal the relic he protects.
Trusting him may be reckless, and taking control could get us both killed, yet I will not stand safely behind him while that enemy comes for us.
