Vesper Kayne, a scoundrel scraping by on Nar Shaddaa, has given up the search for her brother Jace-but she hasn't given up the habit that defined him. Once known as the Headsman, Jace's coin decided life or death: heads meant the end, tails meant mercy. Now he's gone, maybe dead, and Vesper has taken the opposite name-Tails-and a reversed ritual: she tosses a credit chip where tails brings death and heads brings mercy. The coin is superstition, punishment, and the only language she trusts. Her life is a tangle of smuggling runs, old debts, and the voice of a brother she can't stop hearing in her head. When a high-stakes bounty puts her on the same trail as Riven, a hulking Mandalorian bounty hunter whose armor hides more than muscle, their paths collide and refuse to uncross. They're hunting the same target, but what they find is each other-banter that cuts, bickering that burns, and tesion that keeps snapping like a live wire. This is a story about choices that feel like fate, and fate that might be a choice. It's about a woman who learned to trust a coin more than people, and the man who makes her question both the coin and herself. Expect sharp dialogue, slow-burn heat, and moral lines that blur until you can't tell which side you're on. If you like gritty Outer Rim scoundrels, dangerous rituals, and enemies to... something with a Mandalorian who breaks as many rules as he enforces, this is for you. Follow Vesper as she learns whether fate is a flip of metal-or the courage to keep someone who makes her happy.