She was not a myth.
Elena placed a small velvet box on the green felt table. “Open it.” lady vengeance
Her target was Silas Thorne. A decade ago, Thorne had been a low-level enforcer with ambitions. To buy his way into the Syndicate, he needed a sacrifice. He had framed Elara for the murder of a city official, planting evidence so convincing that even her own family doubted her. She had spent five years in Blackgate Penitentiary—five years of hell that ended only when a fire swept through the cell block, allowing her to vanish. The world thought Elara Vance was dead. She was not a myth