Emily's POV
The teacup sat on my desk, I hadn't slept through out the night, I was just staring at the tea lost in deep thoughts. The jasmine scent had faded, replaced by the memory of wolfsbane and the sterile chill of that clinic room.
Kest’s contract arrived at dawn, as promised. It was bound in sleek, grey leather. I placed it beside the cup, a twin witness to a terrible choice, I was about to make.
I hadn't opened the contract I don't need to, the terms were carved into my mind surrender sovereignty for safety.
My mother came into the study just after eight, her own face filled with a grief and painsbshe wouldn't voice. She saw the contract, her eyes narrowed, her expression questioning.
"You met with him?"
"I assessed an option." My voice was rough from lack of sleep.
"He is
