Reynold Draven sank slowly onto the edge of his sister's bed, the marriage contract and papers in his hands trembling slightly as his mind raced.
Marriage contract.
That single thought echoed through his head over and over. His eyes flickered over the document again, but it still didn't make sense. Why hadn't Zephany told him?
Was this why she had been so distant lately? Was she being forced into something, or was this all part of some story she was digging into? The questions spun in his mind like a tornado, faster and faster, leaving him feeling dizzy.
He couldn't stop thinking about the time he'd called her, trying to reach out, but she never picked up. He didn't know that, in those same days, Zephany had been admitted to the hospital after failing a mission. Her phone had been off, and it was only when she woke up three days later that she'd turned it back on, fully unaware of the worry she had caused him.
