Ren Valois has spent his whole life paying his father’s debts. Tonight, that debt is four hundred thousand dollars — and the currency is him.
Auctioned to the highest bidder in an underground casino, Ren is sold to Dimitri Reznov for seven hundred thousand dollars. Then the lights go out. A whispered instruction. A scrap of paper.
A name and an address. He runs.
The man waiting at the end of that address is Brody Kovac — cold, controlled, and carrying a scent that short-circuits every defense Ren has spent twenty-one years building. Brody isn’t his buyer.
He’s something Ren doesn’t know how to name, and doesn’t know how to want. But Reznov paid seven hundred thousand for what he considers his property. He’s not the kind of man who accepts a loss.
And Ren is not the kind of omega who gives up what he just found.
