Marlowe
We spent the better part of that night turning over every option either of us could think of, and none of them survived more than a few minutes of honest scrutiny.
"Delay the ceremony indefinitely," I said. "Claim I'm not ready."
"Wrench already vouched for you publicly. Backing out now raises exactly the kind of questions we're trying to avoid."
"Fake an injury. Something that postpones it without explanation."
"Buys weeks, maybe. Not indefinitely. Eventually you're expected to shift regardless of injury status." King rubbed a hand over his face, exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with lack of sleep. "I've run this club twelve years, Marlowe. I know every rule, every loophole, every precedent that's ever bent this particular law. There isn't one that survives an actual
