Damian slid the necklace into his pocket. The wooden box went back into the safe and the door clicked shut.
_Grandma knows?. She has to have answers._
Knock. Knock.
The sound pulled him from his thoughts. Damian didn’t look up. “What is it, Alice?”
“Sir, your friends are here. They want to see you.” Alice’s voice was careful through the door.
Damian exhaled and pushed to his feet. He straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. I’ll be there in three minutes.”
Downstairs, Cole, Mark, and Henry were already seated in the living room, talking in low voices. The moment they spotted him on the stairs, the conversation stopped.
“Holy s**t, dude.” Cole shot to his feet. “Haven’t you slept for days? You look like hell.”
“Good morning to you too.” Damian forced a dry s
