Prologue

Thirteen years ago - 2009

Three hundred and eighty-three people died at the hands of my father. The faces of all the people who perished that night run through my mind like a film reel. I have memorized all the names and families of those who died. The night I was too late to thwart my father’s vile plan.

Their memories chase me in my nightmares, as though their blood is on my hands, even though I was not directly responsible for their deaths. There is one whose face sticks out among them all. One who didn’t die that night but suffered tremendously, nonetheless.

The face of the young teenage girl flashing across the television screen looking lost without her parents will haunt me for the rest of my days.

And so it goes, a twenty-seven-year-old party boy and son to one of the richest crime lords and businessmen on the East Coast, made it his mission to hunt down any person who tries to harm an innocent bystander just to gain power in Edinburgh.

Bless me, Father, for I will atone for my father’s sins. No matter how big of a monster it may turn me into.

Blood of the greedy will run through these streets before I see them fall to the power of evil.

Edinburgh is my home, and the Dragon will protect it at all costs.