Two years before Scythe, alliances held strong. New alleys were welcome. And love still existed for a few men of the Claimed.
Chicago’s summer heat stifles the Windy City, while new fears burn in Diablo’s soul. Being the Sovereign Shield of the Legion, and their ruler’s right-hand man, doesn’t add options but takes them, forcing Diablo to choose between protecting his friends or the Legion, between risking hard earned dreams or going it alone.
If he makes the wrong choice, can he ever find forgiveness?
*Contains adult language and content