Ramsey
"Isn't this too much?" Lyla asked, staring at the signed documents on her lap. "I thought these things take months and…"
"You're my wife now, Lyla," I cut her short, giving her a sideways glance with a smile. "This is the right thing to do."
"I know, but this is less than a day since we tied the knot, and you're making me an heir already, transferrable when our children come?"
"That's how it's done. I can't choose my grandfather, and this is the only way to ensure nothing happens to the birth rights of our children. You know how it is in our world. The slightest shift of power gives room for anything to happen."
She didn't respond to that. "What are we doing now?" she asked, leaning back on the car seat.
"One final stop at my office and then we'll have the rest of the day to ourselves."
We spent the next few hours reviewing pack business together. Despite her unwillingness, I had to beg several times before she agreed.
