“That’s got to be it,” Kallum said, already analyzing. “The next key.”
Rylos studied the projection. “Kallum, I want full analysis. Brevan, start research on the target—infrastructure, security, intel. Sabine, you're with Kallum.”
“And me?” I asked.
“Try not to compromise the next mission with your mating instincts.”
“No promises.”
I felt satisfaction through the bond. Sabine belonged here.
“Welcome to the Sovereign's Hand,” Rylos said to her. Not warm, but genuine. “Quarters on Deck Seven. Tamsin and Bronwen can help you settle.”
“Though I should probably learn to fly properly soon,” Sabine said. “My landing at Port Gralic was educational.”
“She scraped half the hull,” I clarified.
“But we survived,” she countered. “Which was the primary objective.”
Brevan laughed. “She's definitely going to fit in.”
As the crew dispersed, I noticed Brevan studying his datapad. A resort world called Valyria on the screen.
“Planning ahead?” Sabine asked.
“The game never ends,” he said.
He’s after the Regalia. She’s after her freedom. Only one can win… unless desire ruins them both.
BREVAN
Every seduction is a mask. Every mission a con.
This time, the prize is the fourth Regalia, hidden inside the villa of a corrupt senator. My role? A decadent playboy collector.
My problem? His curator. Carys. Fierce, brilliant, and utterly unimpressed. She doesn’t just resist me—she’s after her own score. And she’s not about to let me ruin it.
CARYS
For years I’ve catalogued the senator’s treasures, planning the day I’d steal one artifact valuable enough to buy my freedom.
Then Brevan appears—all polished smiles and dangerous eyes. He wants what I want. He threatens everything.
He’s a rival I can’t ignore. A temptation I can’t afford.
When a lockdown traps us together, rivalry turns into a reluctant alliance. Every spar sparks fire. Every brush of skin burns hotter than it should. And when the gala explodes into chaos, survival means trusting each other with more than secrets.
Because once he claims me, I won’t just belong to him.
I’ll be untouchable.
And that might be the most dangerous temptation of all.
