It was supposed to be blackmail. Now we’re choosing the wedding cake. I’m Corvus Van der Horn, and as my family’s poisoner and torturer, I’m a master of control, cruelty, and patience.
My prisoners are faceless pawns who ought to fear me.
Until Dalton. He should be forgettable—a washed-up fighter and gambler with more debt than sense. Then I saw his phone. Turns out half the city’s men would sell their souls to let him wreck them.
Now I can’t stop asking why.
So we strike a deal: his freedom, in exchange for the kind of night I could never risk with anyone else. A chance to give up control. Just once. Now he’s under my skin like a disease.
And saving him requires a cover story so outrageous it might actually work—an engagement. Me. Engaged.
To a man who can’t bluff to save his life and thinks planning ahead means ordering two beers instead of one.
Our deal was supposed to be a secret. A mistake I’d bury. Instead, I’m drowning in wedding chaos and my own desire.
But when I realize someone is hunting my husband-to-be, they wake up the worst part of me. Because no one—no one—messes with what’s mine.
