Their Human Receptionist (Whispers from the Imperial Cage #3)

Five hundred and thirty-five days. That was the contract. A number. A deadline. A way home.

I thought I understood the terms.

I didn’t.

The Celestial Spire is the most exclusive hotel in the galaxy. Twelve thousand rooms. A hundred species and humans on leashes in the Grand Lobby.

I told myself it wasn’t my business, until I recognized one of them.

Rafe and Lorian own the Spire. Imperial-born. Untouchable. They gave me a title, a uniform, a place in their world.

When I helped humans escape, I expected to be put to death. Instead, I became a human pet.

Surprisingly, when my bosses' collar closed around my throat, I felt something I hadn’t felt since I left Earth, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

This is a love story. Just not the kind you survive unchanged.