I was cargo. He made me a captive. Now, I'm his claim.
Elara Vance thought navigating alien treaties was hard. Try navigating an alien capture. Mistakenly tagged as valuable human cargo, I ended up aboard a ship that shouldn't exist—the silent, cloaked domain of Kade.
He’s a Zandarian, a shadow in the galaxy, all lethal, coiled power and golden, camouflaging eyes. He was supposed to sell me to the brutal Syndics to clear his massive debt, a debt that threatens his entire lineage. But the moment his touch burned me, everything changed.
He didn't see cargo anymore. He saw a mate.
Now, Kade is running from the galaxy’s worst criminals, all while fighting his own dangerous, primitive need to possess me. His whispers are promises, his claims are absolute, and his protective fury is a storm. I want my freedom, but with every shared glance, with every fierce, possessive touch, I realize that being the captive of the galaxy’s most dangerous, silent warrior might be the only place I've ever felt truly safe.
The Syndics want their ransom. Kade will spill blood to keep his claim.
Dinge, die nicht gerade für ein Buch sprechen: wenn enorm viel Text gefettet ist. Außerdem: wenn ich jemals nochmal etwas vom Claim lesen muss, kriege ich die Krise.