Aria
We stepped inside a dim light place. It looked like a warehouse. Empty, quiet, and not somewhere I wanted to be for long.
"Have a seat," Damien said, motioning toward a metal chair in the corner.
"I'll stand," I replied. My skin was crawling, and I wanted to get this over with. "What do you know about my parents?"
He tilted his head, almost like he was humoring me. "People who could make problems disappear. People you probably wouldn't want to meet. Your father... he was clever, always two steps ahead of anyone trying to track him down. Your mother—she was the face people trusted, the one who kept things looking clean." He gave a faint shrug, like it was all just trivia to him. "They knew how to stay off the radar. Until they didn't."
Confusion creep into me. "Do you know why th
