CLAUDE
“NEW HERE?”
The guy slid into the seat across from me like we’d been friends for years. His dark curls framed a mischievous grin, green eyes flashing with curiosity. He wasn’t collared, but the confidence in his posture gave him away—another pet.
“What gave me away?” I muttered, leaning back, trying not to care.
“The tension. It’s written all over you,” he said, smirking. “I’m Jace. Figured you could use a familiar face.”
“Tate,” I replied, using the fake name and not offering more.
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “This your first run?”
I hesitated, glancing around and waiting for Nikolai who went to take something from our room. “Yeah.”
Jace nodded, glancing around. “Not all bad. Two weeks, big payout, then freedom. But you don’t look like someone w
