INICIAR SESIÓNLola's Pov We spent the next four hours working through the counter filing line by line. Williams pointed out the historical precedents while I checked the council registry codes on the screen, our movements steady and synchronizedBy eight o'clock in the evening, the house had gone completely quiet again. The council courier had already taken the signed counter filing down to the main gate, leaving the long corridors of the estate empty. I walked out of the kitchen and moved down the hall toward the front wing, my socks making no sound on the polished wood. The door to the old man's study was open an inch, a single yellow lamp casting a warm glow across the threshold. I stopped in the doorway and leaned my shoulder against the frame, keeping my arms crossed over my stomach. Williams was standing right in front of the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden frame hanging on the center of the wall. Inside the glass, the original betrothal decree copy looked yellow and faded
William's Pov Desmond did not say anything when he looked at me. He didn’t need to. I knew it was my father.*** My father's fingers went completely cold inside my palm. I did not drop his hand, I kept my fingers locked around his cold knuckles."He spent twenty years asking the moon to let him live long enough to see this done," I whispered, my voice sounding flat and dry in the quiet room.Lola leaned forward, her eyes shifting from my father's face down to my fingers. "He saw it.""Yea, he did," I muttered, tightening my grip on the old man's cold knuckles before I finally laid his hand down."He waited until the spoken bond was finished," Lola added, her voice staying low and perfectly steady. "He didn't leave before the line was secure."I stood up from the leather chair, my knees making a small cracking sound that felt too loud against the walls.Lola walked over to the glass and came to a stop right next to my left shoulder, her sleeve brushing against the wool of my jacket.
Lola's Pov "How did you get this number?" I asked, my voice staying flat while my foot tapped against the floorboards."Your mother and I were close friends. She gave it to me twenty years ago," Vera said, her breath making a tiny scratching sound against the line. "She told me to use it only if something happened to both of them. I kept the small scrap of paper inside my mattress all this time."I leaned my back against the wall, looking down at my shoes. "My mother died five years ago. Why did you wait so long to dial it?""Your uncle had his men around the house every day," Vera explained, her voice dropping down until it was almost a whisper. "He had people checking my mail at the post office. He told me he would burn my garage down if I went near the ridge.""My uncle is behind the iron bars now. He can't burn anything.""I know," Vera muttered, pausing for three seconds. "I saw the news on the television. That is why I am calling you tonight, Lola. We need to talk before the s
Lola's Pov I looked down at the old man's hands resting on the wool blanket, and I knew exactly what he wanted. He did not care about a civil document from the city office. He did not want a piece of paper from the pack council files either. He wanted a formal spoken bond declaration. He wanted the old way, where two wolves spoke the words aloud in front of a witness while the elder of the bloodline watched from his bed.Williams looked at me across his father's thin fingers. “Ask me properly,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.Williams stood up from the wooden chair by the nightstand. He walked slowly around the foot of the bed until he was standing right in front of me. He did not use the complicated contract language from the city lawyers, and he did not use the careful, measured words he always chose during our strategy sessions. He asked me in the specific, plain way he says the things that matter to him, speaking directly and without any performance.“Lola, will you
William's Pov My father was alive, barely. He stood up and slowly went to lay in the large bed that faced the big glass window he always preferred. His breathing was very shallow and quick, making a tiny whistling sound in his throat every time his chest moved up. I stepped into the room and stopped beside the dark wood table.His eyes opened slowly when the latch on the heavy door clicked into place. He looked at me for a long moment, then his gaze shifted over my left shoulder toward the entrance.Lola was standing right there in the doorway, her hands hanging loosely down by her sides.My father stared at her for a long time. He had never met her before today, but he knew her face well. He knew it from the color photograph I sent him three weeks ago from the safe house, he knew it from the morning news broadcasts on the television, he knew it from the exact description I gave him over the telephone when the court session finished. He looked back at me, his mouth opening just a
Lola's Pov The clerk walked back into the room by five and handed the papers to Judge Henderson. I watched his fingers spread the pages flat on the desk. “I have considered the evidence from both sides,” Judge Henderson stated, looking over the top of his glasses. Sofia pulled the baby tighter against her shoulder. Her knuckles were white against the pink cloth. “Full permanent custody will not be granted today.” “Your Honor,” Marcus spoke up, taking a step forward. “Mr Vance, sit down. I didn't give you an order to object,” Judge Henderson commanded, pointing his pen at the chair. Marcus sat down. He did not look at Sofia. “The temporary custody order currently held by the respondent is suspended. This suspension is effective immediately due to material omissions regarding the child's registration. My decision is final.” Sofia took a sharp breath. Her mouth opened a little bit, then closed. “What are the terms, Your Honor?” “A full independent custody evaluatio







