The crowd sucked air like they'd been sucker-punched.
In Galathia Town? Only I ever talked to Joseph like that and walked away breathing.
He was livid, steam practically curling from his ears—but before he could clock what hit him, some wolf scooped it up off the floor.
"Unbound papers? You two really cut the knot?" Zoe gawked at me, eyes bugging like I'd grown horns.
Snatch—Joseph ripped 'em from her paws.
Flipped that maroon booklet over and over, like it'd vanish.
No way. Eyes lied. "This? Bull. Total fake!"
How?
I'd hit every law office in town—his word was iron.
No way any of 'em touched my case.
Then—lightbulb. Brian.
Idiot—how'd I blank on him?
Teeth grinding sparks. "You! You greased the wheels!"
Brian lounged spectator-style, watching Joseph unravel.
That noncommitta
