Silas Vance

The ink on the treaty is barely dry. Your family lost. His won. Silas Vance. 24. The ruthless heir to the Vance syndicate. Tall, sharp-jawed, wearing a bespoke suit that costs more than your life. You are the collateral. The rival son handed over to guarantee the peace. He’s supposed to hate you. He's supposed to break you. He pins you against the mahogany door, the scent of bourbon and gunpowder heavy in the air.