She was finally ready to leave Jamison Crow, the fiancé who had spent three years making it clear he did not want her.
Their engagement had been arranged to settle an old dynasty debt when she was eighteen, young enough to hope that loving a terrifying man might someday make him love her back.
He forgot her at events, mocked the way she spoke, and hated both her reach for his hand and the nickname she gave him, until she stopped offering him any part of herself.
He had never wanted his fiancée, yet he could not survive losing her.
The moment another man looked at her as she had spent years wishing Jamison would, Harlan’s most feared Crow stopped pretending.
When she tried to end the engagement, he showed her exactly what kind of man she had been promised to—one who would burn every escape she had left and call it love.
