WHAT THE DIARY KNOWS
Selene's POV
Damon read the covenant twice.
Then he read it a third time, slower. I knew that rhythm now—first read was gut, second was head, third was hunting for the trap. I'd learned to watch his face through each one. The slight tightening around his eyes on the second pass. The way his finger traced certain lines on the third, like he was feeling for cracks in wood.
"Marcus's legal counsel is thorough," he said finally. The words came out neutral, but I heard the respect underneath. Damon didn't give that easy.
"That's what I thought."
"The non-intelligence clause is broader than your mother's version. Covers digital communications, which obviously didn't exist fifteen years ago." He set it on the blanket, careful, like it was something that could bruise. "It's good work."
"Are we signing?"
