When the going gets tough, the tough reload.
I was the Squire for Kyrian of Thrace until the night I was betrayed by my best friend. Not because Acheron killed my mother, but because he refused to do for her what he’s done for many other people. It’s something I can’t forgive him for.
But more than that, my conversion to a Dark-Hunter awoke something inside me. Something I don’t understand. It’s dark. It’s deadly.
Most of all, it’s hungry. It drives me to do things I don’t want to do. I’ve always had a temper, but never like this. It’s like something else lives inside me. Something I don’t understand.
It scares the hell out of me. I’m trying to control it, but first I have to understand it.
In the meantime, I want the heart and head of Acheron.