Larissa's POV
I’d always imagined myself as eventually being Larissa Patterson. It was just that the man in my daydreams had been Benjamin and not Brayden.
Brayden stretched out his hand for a handshake to seal the deal. I put my hands in his.
His arm clasped around mine – it was cold and smooth and I was immediately reminded of those movies where the foolish main character would make a deal with the devil. In my head, this felt like that. I just hoped that it wouldn’t actually be like that.
Brayden frowned and turned my hand over in his. He stared at the half-moon scars on my palm and then back at me. “What are those?” He asked.
“Nothing.” I said quickly, withdrawing my hand.
Brayden shrugged and collected the signed document from me. “I’ll send this signed version to your inbox so
