Damien pov
"Carina," I said. "Sit down."
I gestured toward my chair.
She looked at it and then at me. "But that is yours."
"That is fine," I said. "Sit down."
She sat, slowly, with the slight reluctance of someone who was not entirely comfortable taking up space that had been designated for someone else. She settled into the chair and I pulled the one from the corner and sat across from her and looked at her.
She looked tired.
Not the surface tiredness of a long morning. Something underneath it, the kind that accumulated when a person had been managing too much for too long without putting any of it down.
"So," I said. "Tell me about your new job."
She looked at me for a moment as if she was deciding whether to answer the question as it had been asked or as it actually was.
"Bett
