Petra pov
I left the office that evening with Damien's voice still in my head.
Whatever Carina wants, Carina will get.
I had replayed it the entire drive down, the flatness of it, the complete absence of any crack in it, the way he had sat back down and returned to his file as if I had said nothing worth sitting with. I knew he had sat with it afterward. I had heard him through that door. But knowing he was thinking about it and having him admit it were two entirely different things and the distance between them was where all my frustration lived.
I called Ronan before I reached the car park exit.
He picked up on the third ring with the particular noise of a loud room behind him.
"Where are you?" I said.
"The club," he said. "Come."
I drove to the club.
I found him on the floor, w
