Rena’s POV
TEN DAYS LATER
It still doesn’t feel real.
Ten days ago, I made a decision that altered the course of my life—one I never could have anticipated. A deal that, depending on how I frame it, is either completely reckless or the closest thing to destiny I’ve ever encountered.
Everything happened so fast. First, the endless pages of legal paperwork, each crisp sheet heavy with implications I could barely comprehend. My name scrawled at the bottom of every contract, my signature binding me tighter and tighter into this arrangement. Then came the medical exams—long hours under fluorescent lights, sterile gloves against my skin, the prick of needles drawing vials of my blood. Genetic screenings, psychological evaluations, questions that pried into every inch of my past, my present,
