We survived the Crimson Plague. I built the rules, and the Bloodhawks followed.
No questions. No mistakes. Our peace was absolute until two women walked into one of our traps.
One is desperate to please. The other? Desperate to escape.
A fighter with a smart mouth and a body that begs to be claimed.
Max says we should keep them.
We don’t do attachments. We don’t share.
But now, we’re all breaking every rule for them.
Especially her, Aspen. She can fight it all she wants.
She’ll run, she’ll resist. But in the end?
She’ll be mine. She will be ours.
