Life is short and Death is sweet, leaving little time for the people of Tamriel to dwell on their regrets, but Marcurio of Cyrodiil has spent the last seven years of his life in Riften playing over all the things he could have… no–should have done differently.
He’d loved her, but his arrogance would never let him say the words, and even as his beautiful Anariel lay dying in his arms, she breathed her last before he had a chance to say, “I love you.”
Seven years of nightmares, seven years of regret, seven years of feeling cursed by Mara for his inability to give himself to another…
And then he saw her. Dark of hair, golden-skinned, beautiful and treacherous as a storm, the spitting image of the love he let slip through his fingers walking the streets of Riften like a shadow.
He would do anything to make it up to her, to love her as he should have when she offered her love so freely seven years ago, but Marcurio quickly discovers that though she may share a face with the woman he once loved, Onora is nothing like Anariel, and she didn’t come to Riften looking for a mate.
She came to punish the wicked, to free the children of Honorhall Orphanage of the dark and twisted plague Aventus Aretino called Grelod the Kind.
Marcurio could overlook, even forgive, his thieving friend Ginna’s taste for trouble. He’d come to accept Ginna’s insistence that every trade in Tamriel had worth, even the less than savory occupations he’d never seen honor in, but can he find it in his heart to love a woman whose trade is murder?