BOOK EIGHT: The Last Wicked Rogue

Prologue

London, December 1821

The deafening crack of ice breaking was like a gunshot. It halted Charles Humphrey, the seventh Earl of Lonsdale, dead in his tracks. He'd been racing across the frozen Thames, twilight bleeding over the wintry landscape ahead of him, creating eerie shadows that led to the figure just beyond his reach.

"Stop!" Charles shouted. Pain and rage filled him to the point that nothing else existed within ...