Lilia couldn't believe this man. He was truly something else. She turned away, doing her best not to let his words bother her. The things he said—made her feel small, like she was nothing more than a pawn in his game.
She took a deep breath and continued reading, trying to focus on the contract in her hands. "Party A and Party B must fulfill Party A's needs when required…"
She paused. What did that even mean? She glanced at Zethan, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Required? You mean…?"
Zethan's eyes locked onto hers as he spoke, his tone casual, almost amused. "If we choose to, we can. The contract is a bit silly, but most of the things you wanted are there."
Lilia's stomach churned. She knew exactly what he meant. The contract was a reflection of order, and the real reason behind it all was that she had asked for it. She could hardly believe this was the life she'd ended up in. With him.