<h4><em>They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions... in my case they're deadly.</em></h4><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I tried to walk away from my family-from my name and all the carnage that was my birthright. My dream of freedom, unbound by our past, ended up being more lethal than I imagined. I swore hell would freeze over before asking them for anything again. But the snow is falling and I'm out of options... except for one.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I'm going to need help from the one man I swore I would never ask for anything-my brother's head of security. Calling him might save me from a fate worse than death.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">The stairway to heaven runs right through hell... and into the arms of the&nbsp;</span><em style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">darkest soul</em><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">&nbsp;I know.</span></p>