Captain Edward Rigby survived French cannon fire at Barfleur. He did not survive falling in love with the surgeon who stitched him back together.
In London, their relationship is a hanging offence. And Reverend Thomas Bray has been waiting years for a name like this.
The trial is rigged. The verdict is death. The only way out runs through a flooded sewer under Newgate - and it only works if David Marlowe is willing to lose everything to save the one man he can't live without.
What follows is twenty-two years of running. A fortune. A war. A love neither of them can ever say out loud, in a world that would kill them for it.