As the firstborn King, I should be the heir of the Irish Syndicate. Instead, my father wants to marry me off to the highest bidder to fund a war I don’t believe in. My carefully controlled life starts to unravel, spiraling out of control faster than I can stop it. And then I meet them and everything stops for a moment. Tall with perpetual smirks and covered in tattoos, they remind me what it feels like to live. They remind me that I don’t need someone to save me. I’m a King. I can save myself.

The thrilling conclusion to the Las Vegas duet!