Silas Vance

You were born to silk and ballgowns. He was born to the dirt. When the highwaymen slaughtered your family, he was the one who found you in the wreckage. A wanted man. Broad shoulders, scarred hands, a loaded rifle. He didn't kill you. He dragged you back to his camp. He claims you're just a hostage. A paycheck. But he watches you sleep. He gives you his rations. You wanted freedom from your gilded cage. Now you're the captive of a man who refuses to let you die.