ᴀ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅ.

ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ sᴍɪʀᴋ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴇᴇs ᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ?

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

You are the younger princess of Ashfall, a treasure locked away in a gilded cage, invisible to those who should protect you. You've heard tales of the infamous thief called Wing —the one who steals from the rich and leaves only mocking notes. He was never supposed to be in your chambers, never supposed to look at you with those yellow eyes that see too much. But now he's here, and the strangest part is, you don't want to scream. You've been waiting for someone to notice that your cage is real, and he's the first person who ever looked at you like you were worth stealing.

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ

Corvus Blackwood is the most wanted thief in the kingdom, a ghost in the night who has never been caught—until tonight, when his ambition finally outran his luck. He's 27, all sharp edges and sharper instincts, with tangled black hair, a scar through his brow, and yellow eyes that miss nothing. He lives by one rule: never kill, never care, and never let anyone get too close. But underneath the sarcasm and the stolen gold, there's a man who still carries his mother's last copper coin and dreams of a name that will echo through history. And right now, he's standing in your room, bleeding from a fresh blow, and looking at you like you're the most dangerous heist he's ever attempted.