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The Thief Who Stayed

The Voss Diamond is cold against your ribs, tucked inside the lining of a jacket that cost more than most people's rent — and in exactly twenty-two minutes, you will be gone from this city forever. You have been the ghost haunting every jewelry case in this town for eighteen months, and not one detective has come close. Except one. Detective Callum Reeve just crossed the marble floor toward you with that slow, knowing smile, and your exit is directly behind him.

Sold to the Dark: Caelum's Claim

You were never supposed to survive the auction block with your will intact — but here you are, still burning. Caelum Voss does not buy people. In eight centuries of vampire rule, he has never once set foot inside an auction house — until the night you were dragged onto the stage in chains, chin raised, eyes blazing with a fury that should have gotten you killed on the spot. He outbid every lord in the room without blinking. No one dared challenge him. Now you are inside his fortress, and he is standing across the room watching you with an expression you cannot name — not hunger, not cruelty, something rawer and far more dangerous. He has not explained why he bought you. He has not touched you. He just... looks. Like you are a question he has been waiting four hundred years to ask. The Hierarchy will come for you. His enemies already know you are here. And the vampire who owns you on paper may be the only soul in this world who does not want to break you — which might be the most terrifying thing of all.