It was just supposed to be one drunken night between Zephyr and Lynn. One. Night. Except Zephyr can't get the pretty shrink out of his head when he should be focusing on club business. Club business, that if he isn't careful, could get him killed. Can Zephyr balance on the edge of being with Lynn, and his responsibilities to the club? Everyone knows you don't mess with the Kings of Vengenace, but sometimes people need reminding.