DAMON’S POV
I stood by the window watching the sun set. I was done with all my meetings except the most important one.
The door opened and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Beatrice.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” Beatrice cooed, the way she always did when she wanted something. “One of your errand boys told me you wanted to see me. I came as fast as I could.”
I slowly turned around.
She stepped closer. “You have never sent for me before now. What’s wrong?”
“Take a seat,” I said coldly.
She hesitated, staring at me with a confused expression before sitting. “Can you please stop with the suspense? What happened?”
“You tell me,” I responded. “Tell me what happened to Gabrielle in the powder room.”
Her face paled. “Oh, that? Nothing happened. We just talked and that was it. What ar
