Another growl escaped me.
“You know, I’m starting to wonder if I married a werewolf with all the growling you do.”
“About that,” I said, slapping the file folder into his chest.
He reached for it automatically.
“What’s this?”
“Annulment papers. With very clear wording about how I don’t want your money, just to be done with you. Sign them. Then all this is over,” I said, brushing past him and into the penthouse.
It looked even neater than it had earlier.
The bed was changed.
There were fresh vacuum lines in the carpet.
But all my things were sitting on the table in the kitchenette.
I made a beeline for the boots on the floor, shaking them.
“Dammit,” I groaned when they were empty.
“Layna,” Harrison said, making my head whip up to find him gesturing toward a chip rack. The kind that the dealers had. My chips were all stacked neatly inside it. “I would never steal your money.”
“I didn’t thinkyoudid it,” I said, getting to my feet and taking the rack. “I thought the staff found them.”
I sat down, taking out my chips bag and stacking the remaining ones into the rack.
“Sign the papers, Harrison,” I said, glancing up to see he had the folder tucked under his arm. He hadn’t even glanced at it. “The wording is very specific about me not wanting your money. Run it by your lawyer. He’ll be happy.”
“I’m sure he would be. But I’m not sending it to him.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I already told you this morning. I don’t want a divorce.”
“It’s an annulment. Since I wasn’t able to consent to the marriage.”
I jerked my chin up, daring him to contradict me.
“You saw the same footage I did,” he said. “You consented.”
“I wasdrunk.”
“No, you weren’t. Not sober, maybe. But not drunk.”
“Maybe I should have done the drug test,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” Harrison asked, his voice a hushed whisper. My gaze flicked up to find him watching me with an unreadable look. “I did not, and would not ever, drug you, Layna. Go ahead and get a test if you need it for your own peace of mind.”
“Then why don’t I remember anything?” I asked, but my voice was more sad than angry. Like the balloon of outrage in my chest had finally popped.
“You celebrated hardafter,” Harrison said.
That would explain why I’d seemed somewhat sober in the video.
“Well, regardless of how drunk I was or wasn’t, I don’t want this. So sign the damn papers,” I demanded. I got up from the table and started to gather my things from the penthouse.
