I followed her last instructions to the get on the boat, get to the island, survive. Her final words still echo in my head—Live, Kieran. Live. But Ibitha doesn’t want me. I have no papers, no useful skills, nothing to offer… except a pretty face. And here? That’s enough to get you owned. Now I pour drinks in a brothel I never chose, counting down the days until my debt’s repaid. Until I’m free.