A year ago, Tyler Esteil was still in prison. It was a miserable place, but it had become home. Here he was free. More free than he had ever been anywhere else in his life.
He was not even a name. He was a number. Like all the others.
Nobody cared who he was or where he had come from. His first few weeks had been tough, but after putting a few people in their place, he had been left alone, more or less.
He had set things up with the warden to get himself out of the Vault. It had taken a long time, but after opening a shop for him in the black market region where his Auction House was set up, and after the man had turned a profit with money that was not his in the first place, he had arranged things to get the servant who had dared attack his Master’s son, released early.
But it was not
