Twisted Throne

"Shoot, Lyra," Dante whispers in my ear. He's leaning into me, his heart beating against my back. "Or watch him die. Three. . . two. . . "

If Dante Rossi has one hater left on this earth... it's me.

Unfortunately, I'm also his wife.

Every powerful man in the room bows when he enters. They kiss the red signet ring on his finger like it's religion.

I keep fantasizing about biting it.

Which would be easier if he weren't currently holding my entire life hostage.

My mother is locked in his basement. My father is locked in the west wing of his penthouse.

And my dead son?

Apparently not dead.

Now I'm married to the underworld king of New York, stuck in a game of revenge, lies, and very questionable life choices.

The problem is, the more I fight Dante Rossi...

...the more I realize hate and love are starting to look embarrassingly similar.