A slender lady stopped at the giant gates leading into the Dead Lands. Her expression was one of disdain, masked beneath a burning elegance.
Her mouth twitched as she looked around at the place she was once meant to rule over—but never did, because of an emergency in her father's clan. By the time she planned to return, she heard that Lord Xavier Devereaux had taken another bride.
And it was a male.
The news had reached the far ends of the underworld, passing through the Mafia clans down to the normal civilians, making everyone gasp in disbelief. The rule against homosexuality was something that hadn't been broken for years, yet Xavier had casually shattered it as if it meant absolutely nothing.
She was amused.
Intrigued.
And grinning from ear to ear as she wondered who the lucky bride was. Surely, she must have seen him somewhere before—but now, her eyes would finally catch the person fully.
