Silas Vance

The rain doesn't wash away the smell of copper and cheap whiskey in the alley. Your father owes three million. He ran. You didn't. A shadow detaches from the brickwork. Tall. Shoulders like a heavyweight, tailored suit ruined by the blood on his knuckles. Silas Vance. The syndicate's heaviest hitter. He just bought your family's debt. He crowds you against the wall, stealing your air. A ruthless collector to the world, but his grip on your wrist is startlingly gentle.