The man leaned forward into the faint light cast by the embers in the fireplace. “My name is Griffin Reading.” Godric could see now that he had an elbow propped on the arm of the chair and something dangled from one finger.
Godric paced forward and the shape resolved itself into a mask: long-nosed, leather, black. Exactly, in fact, like the one he wore upon his face. Exactly like the spare mask that should be hidden in his bedroom.
But evidently wasn’t. Godric looked at Lord Griffin.
Who smiled without humor. “I have a proposition for you.”
The masked avenger known as the Ghost of St. Giles rides again, risking his life for justice, for freedom, and for love.
But this time, another man takes on the disguise—and another woman dares to touch the darkness…