“The crown is bleeding.”Not words from a trauma patient flatlining on a gurney. A warning. ​Aeron White didn't give a damn about the old blood running through New Orleans. Then his thirty-third birthday hit, waking up a hunger he couldn't scrub off with hospital soap. Suddenly, an ER nurse is the missing heir to House Duchesne, dumped straight into a lethal underground society where he's starving for things he shouldn't want. ​He’s got an uncle named Lucien waiting with a warm smile and a blade for his ribs. She’s got a missing sister to track down and a blood oath she’d sell her soul to shatter. ​It leaves them with a deal built on quicksand. ​He swears he’ll keep his distance. She bites her tongue, burying the fact that her burner phone buzzes with updates for the man hunting him. ​He just looks at her in the quiet and asks, “Who are you reporting to?” ​As forced proximity turns into a brutal, pulse-pounding pull, she's out of time. She can burn the whole thing down for the truth, or she can let him take everything.