Caspian Montgomery held power second only to the king himself—commanding respect that even royalty had to acknowledge.
Years back, he'd marched his troops into battle. Upon his return, deadly poison had coursed through his veins, sending him into a coma that never lifted.
Royal physicians had tried everything. Nothing worked. Now his condition had deteriorated—death was knocking at his door.
The moment Jasper got word, he cleared out the remaining guests from the estate.
Justice protocol demanded he pay his respects.
But Caspian's reputation preceded him—cold, distant, unwelcoming. Everyone who'd crossed paths with him shared the same verdict: ice-cold.
Valeridge City had once been overrun with crime. Thieves everywhere, city guards overwhelmed.
The Valeridge Sentinels had exhausted every strategy but still couldn't nail the culprits. Caspian, livid, delivered a brutal ultimatum: catch the thieves within days, or the guards would lose their heads.
