**Aria POV

Ten million credits!

He had to be joking; there was no way he’d offer a joining fee like that to someone from the slums. I'd been around the block enough to see that the look in his eye and his entire demeanor just screamed 'scheming type.'

But strangely enough, a part of me wanted so badly to trust him—no—was begging me to trust him, to go along with whatever he suggested simply because it would make him happy.

What the hell was ...