The south has always belonged to Bever Patsapon Jansuppakitkun-a name spoken with fear and respect. Cold, calculating, untouchable. His word can raise empires or bury bloodlines. When a violent power shift threatens his territory, Bever finds unexpected calm in Tonliew Methaphat Chimkul, a soft-spoken outsider who runs a small café near the port-gentle hands, quiet voice, too innocent for the city's darkness. Tonliew becomes Bever's secret solace-someone who sees the man beneath the gunmetal crown. But as attacks grow more coordinated, Bever realizes his enemies seem to know every move before he makes it. Someone is feeding information, and the south begins to burn.

For someone with the most developed frontal lobe amongst his friends, fah is an idiot.