She studies liars for a living. She fell in love with one anyway.

Eimee Vasari is free. The treaty that claimed her as property has been broken, the panel that enforced it overruled, and the man who was sent to take her chose to tell her the truth instead. She chose him back. They're building a life in Dublin, and for the first time, no one is watching.

Then a knock on the door.

Selin Corvo carries a briefcase, a dead woman's secrets, and proof that the treaty Eimee dismantled left something behind: a hidden clause that could execute the man she loves. The only defense is buried in the same architecture her grandfather designed decades ago, and only Eimee can find it.

She has seventeen days.

To decode a dead man's language. To outmaneuver a stranger she cannot read. To walk back into the room where she once said "I am not property" and say something harder:

He is mine. Not because a treaty says so. Because I do.

His Vasari. Book Two of the Vasari Trilogy.

Content warnings: explicit scenes, obsessive love, morally gray everything, violence, dark themes. HEA guaranteed across the trilogy.