Chapter 18: Rhythm of Ruin.

Vincent Virenson.

Violet Virgilson. God help me, the very thought of her made my blood run hotter than any gunpowder I’d ever handled. She was here—my apartment, my territory—and every instinct in me screamed both warning and exhilaration. She wasn’t supposed to be this… disarming. Dangerous. Irresistible. I had spent years building walls, mastering patience, honing control—and then she waltzed in, hair wild, eyes bright with defiance, and tore all of it ...