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Cara replied. Adonis hummed again. If he was curious about the reason why, he didn't let it show. Instead, he pulled open the brown envelope he'd brought along and handed her a document and a pen. "That's the contract. Before we go further, you'd have to put your signature on it. Mine's on it already." Cara scanned through the contents. "Two copies?" "I believe you'd need to have one." She nodded in agreement.

At the top of the page, in bold formal lettering, sat a title so coldly polite it took a second for the damage to register. CONSENT AUTHORIZATION FOR TEMPORARY INTERIM CONTROL REVIEW Y.M. My stomach went hard. “No.” Julien did not answer that. Lawyers know when denial is only the first stage of reading. He opened the file fully. There it was. My name. My typed name beneath a block of legal language about reputational instability, governance protection, emergency preservation of Morcant operational continuity. And below it, a signature. Mine. Or close enough to mine to make a judge pause before refusing it.

Like we'd practiced. "And the bite was performed by you?" Castellan asked Ronan. "Yes." "During a heat cycle?" "Yes." "Arden's heat?" "Yes." Castellan wrote everything down. Then looked at me. "And you consented to this bond? Fully aware of what it means?" "Yes." "No coercion? No pressure?" "None." "You understand the bond is permanent? That it can't be dissolved?" "I understand." He made more notes. Then pulled out another form. "This is the official registration. Both of you need to sign."