Francesca lowered her gaze, looking down at the humbled man before her.

If not for the suffering he’d inflicted upon her, she might have been moved by his display at this moment.

Julian—the untouchable flower of Kingsward City—the man every woman dreamed of possessing.

But she was already scarred, her wounds too deep to heal.

Julian was like arsenic wrapped in honey, beautiful to behold but toxic to taste.

She was ...