HIS TO CLAIM, HERS TO SURVIVEShe was sold to pay a debt that was never hers.Elena Carter spent her life being the one nobody chose — until the night her own family chose to sell her instead of losing everything. One phone call. One signature. One girl, traded away like she was worth exactly ten million dollars and not a cent more.She thought that was the worst night of her life.She was wrong.Because the man who finds her in the wreckage isn't a rescuer. He's the reason there's wreckage at all.They call him The Veilborn. The bastard heir nobody wanted, until he became the one thing everyone fears. He's the Imperium's Executioner — the man they whisper about on Fridays, because when his name is attached to a mission, someone doesn't survive the week.He didn't come to save her.She was just what was left standing when the smoke cleared.Now she has nowhere to go, and he has a problem he never planned for.Her.He is not supposed to want her. She is not supposed to need him. Every hour she spends inside his world is an hour closer to the moment it destroys her — and every hour he spends letting her stay is a rule he's never broken before.This isn't a love story.It's a countdown.And someone always pays when House Vesperov falls for the wrong person.