Carina pov
We arrived at the office early that morning.
I helped Damien upstairs and settled him at his desk and then came back down to the studio to retrieve the file he had asked me to bring up. It was in the cabinet near the far end of the room and I had just found it and tucked it under my arm and was turning back toward the staircase when Petra stepped into my path.
She was holding a cup of coffee.
She looked at me and then she tipped the cup and poured it onto the floor directly in front of me, slowly and deliberately, watching my face while she did it.
I stopped.
I looked at the spreading pool on the floor and then I looked at her.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Oh look," she said. Her voice carried the particular brightness of someone who had been waiting for this moment an
