Estelle's POV
My wolf ears pricked.
I raised an eyebrow, inspecting the coffee. "You haven't spiked it?"
She snorted. "If you're afraid of poison, don't drink it."
I pushed it away. "Better safe than sorry."
She gave a dry laugh, the corner of her mouth twitching. "You really are from a poor background—"
"Enough with the clichés. Let's not waste time." I leaned forward. "Let's get down to business."
Lyra's face went pale with anger as she shoved the contract toward me. "Sign it."
I flipped through it. A dozen pages of fluff, clearly written to intimidate. I finished and set it down calmly. "I'll need to run this by my lawyer. I'll give you an answer by noon tomorrow."
"If there's a problem, tell me. I'll fix it."
I raised an eyebrow. "Just because I ask, you'll change it? I might
