I agreed to serve him for thirty days. I didn’t agree to crave his hands on my skin.
One job. One bad call. That’s all it took to land me in the crosshairs of the Fangs syndicate—and in the hands of Korvan, their Vinduthi enforcer with a voice like smoke and a body built for war.
His offer? Serve him for a month, or well, I didnt want to know the else.
I should’ve said no. Should’ve walked away the second I saw the heat in his eyes—or the fangs he doesn’t bother to hide when he’s angry.
Now I’m tangled in a mission I never asked for, neck-deep in mercenaries, lies, and a dangerously possessive alien who swears he doesn’t take what isn’t offered.
Except the way he looks at me says he’s going to ruin me. Slowly. Thoroughly. And when the time comes, I might just beg him for it.
Thirty days of service. One brutal, beautiful mistake.
And a deal I might not survive with my heart—or my body—intact.
