NADIA.
I swallowed a dry lump as I stared at him, speechless.
"The nights don't count down while you fight me," he went on, ignoring whatever was running through my head. "You had sixty yesterday. You threw the deal away. So now the sixty doesn't start until you stop resisting — and every time you make me repeat myself, it resets. Every refusal to comply adds seven nights. Every missed summons adds ten. And every lie I have to uncover myself resets the count from the beginning.”
My hand tightened around the paper.
"That's insane. That's not—"
"There's a clause about exclusivity." He talked over me, calm. "It reads like standard non-conflict language. What it means is that for the length of the term, you're not available to anyone else. Including Liam."
I hated the clause with a stron
