The man who taught me everything is alive.
He’s always been alive.
And he wants me married to the Kerrigan heir.
The arrangement my father signed should have burned with the rest of my family. It didn’t. Now the man behind it has crawled out of fifteen years of dark to collect, and he’s certain every move I’ve ever made was one he set up for me.
The groom. The vows. The whole performance.
Fine. He’ll get his wedding.
Ronan stands across from me as the groom, the only true Kerrigan in a house full of men who’d burn for the name. Tiernan, close enough to wreck me. Cormac, working every exit, refusing to look at me the one time I need him to.
One of them is the groom.
All three of them are mine.
He thinks I’m walking into this with no way out.
He’s never seen what I do when someone tries to take my choice from me.
