Conor had lived his entire life as a ganger and a contract killer in Heavalun mass city. He hates the world and hates damn near everyone. The only thing he is out for and wants is the almighty credit. If it does not bring him cold, hard crit, he does not care. Until one day when on a whim, he and a fellow merc make a bet to ruin another mercenary group's contract. That little Kurlatra he saved from a life of slavery was not just some random local or some stupid tourist in the wrong part of town. Oh no, no. She was a payday, enough of a payday he might finally be able to get off this detestable rock—-the only problem was she is an insufferable, stuck up, no good, spoiled rotten little princess who has never been weened off daddy purse strings. ' Now he has to find some way to get a woman with no survival instincts, ability to fight, zero self-awareness, and an attitude not even a mother could love to dear old daddy so he can cash out. All he has in his way are other mercenaries, gangs, corrupt police, the locals, and, of course, the fact his employer is doing everything in her power to get him in her bed permanently.

Eivaley had always been told by her mother and father that one day a brave, bold Kurlatra would come in and sweap her off her feet. Making her truly understand how valued she is not just as the forth princess, but as a woman. But as if the Brood Mother herself wanted to play a cruel joke on her the one to do that was not a Kurlatra—-but instead was a Human. Who cares if he is rough around the edges, and needs to learn some manners. Anyone who would save a young lady in need must be a good man deep down. Now if only he would stop arguing with her, and making her carry a gun.