"Like I said earlier, I am your future."
Inara stood frozen, sweat trickling down her forehead as she tried to steady her racing heart. All she had wanted was to escape from the slave traders, to avoid becoming a mere plaything for those cruel nobles and elites. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was.
Ever since she broke free from the slave traders, her life had been a constant nightmare, jumping from one life-threatening situation to the next. First, there was the nine-tailed fox who had saved her from captivity—only for Inara to discover that the fox had her own dark plans. Now, this impossibly handsome man, with a smile that could melt hearts and a power that seemed to dwarf even the fox's, had appeared out of nowhere, and he clearly had his own agenda too.
What kind of cruel joke was fate playing on her?
