Morning sun poured through the cabin window, warming my face.
I blinked open my eyes. Dominic lay right beside me on the wooden bed, his dark hair messy against the white pillow, one strong arm resting over my waist.
My gaze shifted to the small wooden table across the room.
The original marriage contract still sat there, folded flat under the morning light.
For a whole year, that single piece of paper controlled our lives. It was supposed to be our shield, our business deal, our strict twelve-month prison sentence. But looking at it now in the quiet morning air, it just looked like old paper. It looked like a ghost from a past we had already burned down.
Dominic stirred beside me. He opened his dark eyes, blinked against the sunlight, and looked straight down at me with a soft, sleep
