Petra pov
I walked straight to Damien office to tell him what I heard.
I knocked and walked in.
Damien was at his desk with a file open in front of him and his face turned toward the window and he did not look up when I came in, which meant he had heard my footsteps and already decided I was not worth redirecting his attention for.
I sat down in the chair across from him anyway.
"Hi," I said. "I have something that might interest you."
"Get out," he said.
His voice was flat and even and carried no heat in it, the tone of a man issuing an instruction he expected to be followed without needing to explain it.
I stayed where I was.
"Do you ever wonder," I said, "why Carina agreed to marry you?"
He said nothing.
"What other intentions she might have?" I said. "What she might actually
