Page 21 of Covenant

Fuckface

Really? Might want to tell your ribs that. I could count them through your shirt earlier.

I grip the phone so hard it makes an ominous cracking noise.

Wyatt

My health and well-being are not your responsibility. Kindly butt the fuck out.

Matthias’s response flashes up so fast it’s like he knew exactly what I was going to say.

Fuckface

That’s where you’re wrong, Wy. Everything about you is now my concern.

And it’ll continue to be the whole time you’re mine.

Mine.A sour taste fills my mouth as the edges of my vision turn red.

Wyatt

I’ll never be yours. Ever.

Fuckface

Now, now. We both know that’s not true.

I’ll see you at the courthouse tomorrow.

Where you’ll sign your life over to me.

Making you mine.

My hands are shaking from the fury rolling through me, but I type out the response nonetheless.

Wyatt

For one year.

There’s a pause.

Fuckface

We’ll see.

* * *

A year ago, I expected to be married. But I didn’t think Matthias Buckingham would be the one meeting me at the end of the aisle. If you could call it an aisle. We’re in a courtroom in downtown St. Dismas; a young judge is here to oversee the vows and watch us sign the license.

There’s no fanfare. No family. Even the witnesses aren’t familiar.

Well, one of them is. Mr. Flanders is in the back row, watching us with those beady little eyes. No doubt making sure I follow through with what The Firm asked.

As if I wouldn’t. I’m not that stupid. Besides, I’m not going to let Matthias, of all people, scare me away. I can be married to the fucker for an entire year.

Without killing him.

I’m sure I can do it.

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