*Isadora*
As we sit in the waiting room for our meeting with the attorney, I attempt to steady my fraying nerves. It is one thing to negotiate disreputable terms, conditions, and decisions with Micah Tempest in the intimacy of his home. Entirely another to have them put into a contract by a respectable man whose job it is to defend the law, to know he will be a spectator to me not only signing but also denouncing my soul to the eternal fires of damnation.
But then again according to the pack, my father's actions have already ensured that future for me just by being his daughter. Since yesterday, I have started to see the benefit of welcoming the independence his sins have bestowed on me. I might as well embrace my own too.
“Mr. Beck will see you now”. The secretary says, holding open t
