ana
re. I had the smoking gun,
ldn't look for me: a small, cluttered law
ure about
t the documents spread across the coffee
to the clause I'd found in the safe. "They don't j
nning to trap you completely. Once you sign the marriage certi
fted it," I sai
her fingertips. "That is illegal! It's a violation of the Accords!
nt to hurt them where it truly matters.
per toward her.
gn this and file it with the Council, you are essentially a Rog
enty-four years," I said, picking up the
ana Donovan. The ink
rikes ten tonight," I instructed
will
od Moon territory. They valu
hugged her. "Th
ll, Alpha," s
Alpha," I co
" she smiled
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