Silent. Towering. Untouchable.

Silas Morne doesn't need to speak to command a room. With ink snaking up his throat and scars that speak of battles no one's allowed to ask about, he's the last man you'd want in your path—and the first to appear when trouble brews. No one knows where he came from, but everyone in the underworld knows who he belongs to. Or think they do.

He never touches what he doesn’t want. Never raises his voice. Never gives second chances.

But in a smoke-scented room with a girl who flinched when he entered, Silas sat down—and listened. And he never stopped.

To the world, he's a weapon. To her, he's the first place that ever felt safe.