Like paper. Like space itself had creased along an invisible line. A shimmer, and then—a contract materialized.
Parchment that shouldn't exist, hanging in the air between them, glowing faintly at the edges with something that wasn't quite light.
Dense text filled the page, written in ink the color of deep bruises.
Veronica stared at it.
Behind her, Yuna made a small, frightened sound.
Raven plucked the contract from the air with two fingers and held it out to Veronica.
"Sign it," he said simply. "Accept that from this moment forward, no matter what, you are my bitch. Not a partner. Not an equal. *Mine.*" His purple eyes were absolutely steady. "The moment you break the contract, you die. Not metaphorically."
Veronica took the parchment with steady hands.
She read it.
