I always knew I would die young, so being left to bleed out on a warehouse floor is no shock to me.
But as the blood seeps from my body, my thoughts aren't of the Marcosa empire I've ruled for years, or the city I've given everything to protect.
It's on the three men who've stood by my side:
Greyson
: my soul, my foundation. So hard and reserved, showing emotion only to me.
Dominic
: my heart, my first love. He's a dreamer but can wreck me in the best ways possible.
Nate
: my comfort, my peace. He soothes and calms me even though I've only known him a short time.
My enemies have done their best to destroy me, and now it's up to my men to piece me back together.
They will do anything to make that happen.
But they can't protect me from the threat none of us ever saw coming...