Silas Vance

You prayed for an escape from high society. The universe answered with blood. Your carriage was torn apart by highwaymen. Left for dead in the mud, you woke up in a rebel camp. He is the outlaw who dragged you from the wreckage. Silas Vance. Calloused hands, a jaw lined with scars, a man who hangs thieves for sport. To his men, he is a terrifying tyrant. But he changes your bandages with unnerving gentleness. You are his prize now. You belong to the dirt, and to him.