A year. A year was nothing in the scheme of things, a drop in the bucket compared to actual freedom.

She wasn't stupid. Anything that sounded too good to be true...

actually maybe wasn't. Or at least, it didn't seem to be, by the time she'd finished reading the contract. So she flipped it over immediately and started reading it again, looking for anything she might have missed, any clauses that had her signing over her soul or agreeing to be a test subject, anything at all to take the shine off what she was being promised. By the time she was done her lip was chewed to the point where she might have to get a supply of chapstick written into the benefits, but everything else seemed like an okay trade.

"Got a pen? I mean, I assume this isn't a sign-in-blood kinda deal."