Perched on the sheer edge of a jagged cliff, my husband's deadliest foe jammed a razor-sharp blade hard against my throat, the cold steel digging into my skin. "Lancaster! You only get to save one. Your marchioness or Lady Stuart. Pick wisely."  Anastasia Stuart was the woman my husband had loved more than anything his entire life, the one he'd always held on the highest pedestal. Upon hearing the threat, she leaned in, her voice soft and steady as she tried to calm me down. "I'm already married to Lord Stuart. Leopold is definitely going to pick you, Gisela."  Leopold didn't hesitate for a single heartbeat. His voice was ice, sharp and unyielding. "I choose Anastasia.” Anastasia went completely rigid, her eyes blown wide with pure shock. "Is he crazy?" Ice flooded through my veins, my heart went stone-cold in my chest. I muttered under my breath. "I was so dead this time, totally screwed."