Bram rose to his feet, nodding at the lawyer, who pulled a file from his suitcase and passed it to Hunter. Hunter flipped it open, and he and Lupin scanned the contents before glancing at Dahlia.
“What does it say?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at Bram.
“They can’t challenge me because you’re my bride,” Bram replied smoothly.
Hunter snorted. “This was arranged ages ago, Bram. You can’t just drop this on her like she’s got no say. We’re not in some medieval fairytale, she gets to choose. Or are you scared?”
Bram chuckled. “Scared? Of what, Hunter? You? Again, with the silent eye-conversation. How do you even do that?”
Dahlia tilted her head. “Wait, is there a way I can learn to talk with my eyes too?”
The room erupted in laughter. “Yeah, it’s a skill,” Bram said with a smile. “Comes
