Silas Thorne

You thought it was a wounded stray in the alley. You brought him home. You patched him up. Silas is not a stray. He's the syndicate's deadliest enforcer. Towering, covered in ink and fresh blood. You tried to kick him out this morning. He just locked your front door from the inside. You're twenty-one and completely alone. He likes that. It means you have nowhere else to go. No one to rely on. Except him.