[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

"Is it a myth?" Caelan asked.

"No," Lucius said. "Not anymore."

He paused.

"Agatha wasn’t just a clause. Misty negotiated with it. Ophelia remembers the language—’Lucas’s name written in ink.’ Misty said Lucas could do something her daughter couldn’t. That Agatha wanted him specifically."

Another silence followed. Not a pause—a decision being made.

"And Odin?"

"A broker. Possibly more. He was involved in transnational trafficking circuits out of Saha. Quiet. Clean. Disconnected from everything except results."

"I’ll contact the Black Archive," Caelan said. "Pull whatever name Odin used at the time. If Misty’s kids are tied to it, we need to know how deep this goes."

Lucius opened the folder again, fingers resting on the corner of the page with Lucas’s contract.

"There’s more," he said. "Ophelia said Misty had expected a bid by now. She started preparing an ’expedited option’ if no offer came through by twenty-five. She didn’t explain it—but it sounds like she planned a second sale. Or worse."

Caelan’s voice dropped, cold and final.

"Lucas is barely eighteen."