Their Human Receptionist (Whispers from the Imperial Cage Book 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