Atticus Dupont is my stalker. My savior. My captor.
He wants to keep me for himself.
I was yanked from August's arms and thrown into the deadly underbelly of the criminal kingdom. Atticus is my only ally in this place, and he revels in knowing that I must rely on him if I want to survive—if I want to get back to my future husband.
Atticus is dangerous, and I don't trust him. I despise him. I ache for him.
The playboy billionaire has demons of his own. Somehow, I started to fall for him, and I can't leave now.
Mighty is the sword. Violent are the crown's enemies.