“I haven’t signed the contract yet.” “Oh, it’s been paid for.” Holland smiled. “I had the changes he requested made at the trade office. Everything should be in order.” “What?” I held the deed to the candlelight, reading over the print anxiously. Transfer of ownership: I sucked in a breath, my mouth dropping open when I saw my name. It was written in the same script as the rest of the document. “What did you do?” I panted. The deed shook in my hands. Cold realization filled my skull, making my head ache as I put it together. “West.” West signed the two-year contract with Holland.
