Page 54 of Rule the Night
I skimmed the document. “I should probably have a lawyer look at this.”
Now I understood why I’d never heard anything about the girls who lost the Hunt and went to live with the Butchers.
“Do you have a lawyer?” Poe asked.
“Not really.” The only lawyers I knew were the DA who’d represented the state in the trial against Chris, June’s boyfriend, and one of my dad’s old college friends.
“Do you want us to find you one?” Remy asked.
“Isn’t that a conflict of interest or something?” I asked.
“You can find one yourself if it bothers you,” Bram said.
It was one of the few times he’d spoken to me since we’d exited the tunnels.
I tried to imagine approaching Roger Davies, my dad’s old college roommate, a balding, jovial man who practiced some kind of family law, with an NDA outlining the terms between me and the three men who’d earned my servitude by hunting me through a series of underground tunnels.
That wasn’t going to work.
“It’s fine,” I muttered. “Just give me a minute.”
I was no lawyer, but the contract looked pretty basic: I agreed not to divulge any details regarding Bram Montgomery, Poe Killborn, or Remy Taft, or their living situation or work or personal lives and any and all affiliated “interests.”
If I did, they could sue me to within an inch of my life.
That was the gist.
“What are you?” I asked. “Some kind of mobsters?”
“Are you going to sign it or not?” Bram's expression was as blank as always, his eyes like twin black holes.
I considered refusing, walking out and never looking back, but I knew they wouldn’t let me compete in the next Hunt if I reneged on the terms of this one.
And I intended to play again, as many times as it took to win justice for June.
I signed my name before I could change my mind and shoved the piece of paper back toward Poe. “Anything else?”
“Maeve has to work,” Poe told Bram and Remy. “She’s making meals ahead of time for when she’s not here.”
“When do you work?” Remy asked.
I picked up my phone, on the island where I’d left it while I’d been cooking. There was a text from Bailey, checking in, but I swiped up to deal with it later.
“Three days next week,” I said.
Remy took my phone from my hand.
My mouth dropped open. “Hey!”
“Just connecting you to the house calendar,” he said.
“We need to give her a parking lot remote too,” Poe said. “And give her the code for the house.”
These guys were unbelievable. “You could have asked.”
“This’ll be faster,” Remy said.
He gave me back my phone less than two minutes later and pointed out the calendar app and the remote for the parking lot. Then Poe gave me the code for the front door.
