Sylvia's POV
The dim glow of candlelight flickered against the rough stone walls, casting jagged shadows over the wooden tables and the cloaked figures hunched over them. I ignored the murmured conversations, the quiet dealings of outlaws and rogues.
I was here for one man.
Arthur Kingsford.
A name that carried the weight of blood and ambition.
He was unpredictable, ruthless, unconcerned with honor or duty. A man who took what he wanted and destroyed anything in his path.
And right now, I needed a man like that.
The door swung open, and the atmosphere in the room shifted. The background murmurs died down, replaced by a sharp, instinctive silence.
Arthur had arrived.
He strode in like he owned the place, his presence sucking the air from the room. Broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, his
