Cressida Blackwell was supposed to be a convenience. Nothing more. 

As Pakhan of the Bratva, I require a strong partner. Arranged marriages within our generation of the organization’s five bloodlines strengthen the bonds of our secret society. I was only supposed to marry Cressida, sister to the head of The Firm, not fall in love with her confidence and sass.

Venatori Nocturnus. 

Five bloodlines bound by loyalty and accord in the face of evil. Founded by our fathers to eradicate the legions of evil that target the vulnerable men, women, and children within our societies.

People whisper the name in reverence and fear worldwide, while we remain anonymous. 

Then one of our enemies touches what’s mine, and they take Cressida. Now, they’re about to learn why everyone fears Konstantin ‘The Bogeyman’ Kirovsky and the knife I made from human bone.