Aurélie POV
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
“Stare at me like that all you want, sweetheart,” Damien says coolly, “but leaving him alive puts Dominique in even greater danger.”
“Stop calling me sweetheart,” I snarl.
Maurice steps in smoothly, clearly trying to defuse the tension crackling between Damien and me. “Where are your men?”
Damien slips the phone into his pocket, the dead man’s body still sprawled across the forest floor like discarded evidence. I deliberately turn my back to Damien as he begins rifling through the man’s pockets without an ounce of respect.
“Théo is waiting for my orders,” I reply stiffly. “They’re positioned near the pub.”
“Alright,” Maurice exhales. “Let’s move. Damien what exactly are you doing?” He rolls his eyes, the sigh that follows heavy with impa
