They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions... in my case they're deadly. 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. 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. The stairway to heaven runs right through hell... and into the arms of the darkest soul I know.