Romain

Helplessness is the kind of poison that eats at a man's soul, and I've tasted enough of it over the years to know it always comes with an afterburn—rage. The raw, explosive kind.

It curls beneath my skin, sharp and relentless, demanding that I lash out and tear through whatever's in my way, which right now includes Roger Dravensworth and the entire Cimmerian family.

Damn the consequences.

But I can't afford to lose my head. Not now. Not when she's counting on me. Emmalee needs ...