(Caius)
Pryor was in the office when I got there.
He looked up when I came in and didn't say anything about the cabin or the night or any of it. That was one of the things I valued most about him. He handled what needed handling and left everything else alone.
"The terms," I said.
He slid the document across the desk.
I sat down and read through it properly. Every condition. Every restriction. The reporting requirements, the movement limitations, the permanent record, the no contact clause. It was exactly what Isla had asked for and exactly what the situation called for, not lenient, not excessive, precise in the way things needed to be precise when they were going to follow someone for the rest of their life.
I read it twice.
Then I signed it.
"Send it today," I said.
"I'll have
