She hated seeing them like this.
It distressed her.
And I did not f*****g like it.
Elder Marcus exhaled sharply, rubbing the bridge of his nose before raising a hand to silence them both. “Enough,” he said, voice level but carrying the weight of authority. “Let’s see the documents first.”
Wyatt smirked, sliding the envelope forward.
Alan didn’t wait for permission—he strode to Elder Marcus’s side, standing close as the elder carefully unfolded the papers.
He had every right to.
And if there was even a single flaw in that agreement, a single loophole, a single goddamn way to tear it apart…
We’d find it.
Because there was no f*****g way Amber was going anywhere.
Not now.
Not ever.
Alan’s expressions were always a dead giveaway if you knew how to read them.
At first, his lips p
