Damian arrived thirty minutes later.
But he didn't come alone.
Through the window, I saw two black SUVs pull up behind his car. Men in dark suits got out and surrounded the building. The man who'd been watching was suddenly on the ground, face down, with someone's knee in his back. He didn't struggle. He didn't scream. He just lay there, limp, like he knew he'd been caught.
I watched, my heart pounding. This was Damian's world. Not the boardrooms and galas. This was the other side. The side that didn't negotiate.
He walked into the medical wing, his grey eyes cold. He found me in Milly's room and pulled me into the hallway. His grip was firm, but not painful. His face was a mask of fury and something else relief, maybe, or fear. I couldn't tell.
"What did I tell you?" His voice was lo
