
š was born to be a pawn in my fatherās game. But he never expected the devil to claim me instead. They dressed me in silk and called it luxury. But gilded cages are still cagesāand I was handed over like property⦠sold to a man who doesn't buy anything. He takes. Lorcan Vesper is everything I was raised to fearāruthless, calculating, merciless. He says I belong to him now. That my father's debt has a price. And Iām it. He doesn't hurt me. Not in the way I expect. He invades my mind insteadāstudies my every move, controls without chains, commands without touching. And somehow, itās worse. Because part of me starts to crave it. Crave him. But I wasnāt made to kneel. I was born with fire in my blood, and Iād rather burn than be owned. Even if part of me wonders what it might feel like to burn in his arms. He thinks Iāll break. He thinks Iāll bend. But Iāve survived men like my father. Now itās time to survive the monster who just might make me love the cage I swore Iād escape.