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