I learned his numbers. I learned his violence. I even learned the way he touches me when heās branding his name into my skin.
Then he was ripped away in a hail of bullets and betrayal.
Now Iām trapped in a gilded penthouse with a new predator, polished, sharp and poisonous, offering protection with one hand and doom with the other.
He thinks Iām broken. He thinks Iāll trade one empire for another.
He doesnāt know Iāve been watching. Learning. Calculating.
Tristan taught me how to shoot. But I donāt need a gun to ruin a man. I need access. I need greed. I need time.
They think Iām collateral damage.
They think Iām a trophy to be transferred.
They forgot one thing.
I am the only person who can unlock the Ghost Ledger. And Iām about to turn every single one of them into a negative balance. Iāve always been good at that.
TRISTAN
They thought I was dead.
Left bleeding in the snow, buried under smoke and betrayal. Thorne believes he took my empire and my woman in the same breath.
He made one fatal miscalculation.
Rosalie Cross is not a pawn. She is the Queen. And she carries my fire in her veins.
While I claw my way back from the grave, healing with nothing but rage and a target list, I replay the last time I touched her. The way she demanded more. The way she stopped looking like prey and started looking like power. She amazes me beyond anything Iāve seen. If Thorne underestimates her, it will be his last mistake.
He thinks heās keeping her.
He doesnāt understand that when I come for whatās mine, I donāt knock. I donāt negotiate. I erase.
And when I reach her again, there will be no more mercy.
Only retribution.
Only a bloodbath.
Absolute and final.
This is the second book in the A Throne So Feared Series. Reading order: A King So Cruel, A King So Dark, A King So Brutal.
I learned his numbers. I learned his violence. I even learned the way he touches me when heās branding his name into my skin.
Then he was ripped away in a hail of bullets and betrayal.
Now Iām trapped in a gilded penthouse with a new predator, polished, sharp and poisonous, offering protection with one hand and doom with the other.
He thinks Iām broken. He thinks Iāll trade one empire for another.
He doesnāt know Iāve been watching. Learning. Calculating.
Tristan taught me how to shoot. But I donāt need a gun to ruin a man. I need access. I need greed. I need time.
They think Iām collateral damage.
They think Iām a trophy to be transferred.
They forgot one thing.
I am the only person who can unlock the Ghost Ledger. And Iām about to turn every single one of them into a negative balance. Iāve always been good at that.
TRISTAN
They thought I was dead.
Left bleeding in the snow, buried under smoke and betrayal. Thorne believes he took my empire and my woman in the same breath.
He made one fatal miscalculation.
Rosalie Cross is not a pawn. She is the Queen. And she carries my fire in her veins.
While I claw my way back from the grave, healing with nothing but rage and a target list, I replay the last time I touched her. The way she demanded more. The way she stopped looking like prey and started looking like power. She amazes me beyond anything Iāve seen. If Thorne underestimates her, it will be his last mistake.
He thinks heās keeping her.
He doesnāt understand that when I come for whatās mine, I donāt knock. I donāt negotiate. I erase.
And when I reach her again, there will be no more mercy.
Only retribution.
Only a bloodbath.
Absolute and final.
This is the second book in the A Throne So Feared Series. Reading order: A King So Cruel, A King So Dark, A King So Brutal.