me empire, interrogating cartel leaders, and dodging special ops teams. So, undercover at some second-rate tech firm, hunting down a digital informant,

him a second to process. "You want a marriage contract," Lysander repeated, the words unfamiliar

idn't seem remotely bothered by the fact that a dangerous man had her pinned. She squirmed, trying to free he

as bluffing. Just annoyance. Wide hazel eyes, oversized glasses, not a flic

t to do with it. He pushed himself up, brushed imag

n his fingers. He barely used any strength, but she still stum

ever, but he didn't take his eyes off her. "You've got two minut

of forced pride. She unplugged her mechanical keyboard and a flash drive, then stuffed them into a battered denim backpack.

a brow. "L

on minimum wage. Fourteen fifty an hour." She jabbed a finger in his direction. "That means student

here, he'd probably have shot her for slandering the Thorne S

aid, hiding h

ith every step. "My uncles? Greedy, manipulative, and hell-bent on marrying me off so they can snatch my trust fund. But i

im, eyes bright with a wi

last name to be. In return, I pay off your debts, give you a ten grand monthly stipend, and buy you deli sandwiches for

rival families hell, even assassination contracts. But he'd never been propositioned by a

t nuts, a piercing alert s

ring red: GPS TRACER DETECTED WITHIN 5

y found me. Their security team is

ring, sweater swallowing her whole, like

it. And, honestly? He needed a solid, invisible cover in this city while he dismant

r phone, her bravado stretched thin. "If not, tell me now I've

king out the server room's cold light.

eport from the desk, and scrawled his name with elegan

d even. "Six months. But let's be clear, wife: you have n

she signed right beside

upposed to mea

ence swallowing her wh

her up just threw her casually over h

Vesper shrieked, kicking lightly

perwork to file," Lysander said, smirking. He patted her thigh to