Catering to every dark, erotic desire of his wealthy patrons has made Alaric a very rich man. His ability to tap into the very soul of each person, to see what they yearn to possess... has made the most sought-after establishment of its kind in the world. A force to be reckoned with and Scottish to the bone, he carries the tattoo of a fire-breathing dragon wrapped around the left side of his body. This shield, along with his bond to the Universe's chosen warriors, the serves as a constant reminder of what was taken from him. Driven to excel...to remain in control...he's been defeated. But the Past is a cruel mistress who demands her due, no matter the cost. Fate refuses to be denied... Some demons simply refuse to be slain... And Life, no matter how long, rarely plays out as planned... Running from a past he can't escape, lost to the insanity of the - the scent of home, of buttercups and poppies, invades his senses, momentarily clears his mind, and demands that he find the one woman...the , who can deliver him from certain death...his .