Queen of the Night - Paperback

I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva to protect my daughter. But I didn't expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I'd made for them weren't enough. Now they expect me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.
Her unexpected show of back bone told me that there was more to my little fiancée than meets the eye. I'd relish unraveling her, secret by secret.
In the end, there was only one question I had for our wedding day: Did she want the heads of her enemies on a platter? Or would she rather plunge the knife into them herself?
My little witch came to me broken and scared, but with me as her weapon she became the fire to burn them.