There are no vows. No tears shed. Not the happy kind, anyway. It’s all curt and straightforward and dry as hell.
“It’s your turn to sign, Ms. Powers.”
The words bring me back to my body. Back to the moment at hand.
I stare at the man behind the table. His eyes are blue like mine. I want to find something familiar there. Some kind of human connection. Maybe if I find it, the man will back out. Maybe he’ll save me.
But then he glances at Leo. Nervous. Scared.
He isn’t going to save me. No one is.
I shake my head. “I can’t,” I whisper.
Leo rubs at his eyes. “Jax.”
From behind, my right hand is shoved forward and the pen planted between my fingers. Jax puts a hand between my shoulder blades and forces me to bend over the table.
I struggle, but it’s weak now. I know there’s no fighting
