Kiera's P.O.V.
Damian stepped into the office, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as he leaned against the desk. “I get that. But this... this is dangerous, Kiera. You don’t have to go looking for trouble.”
I stood, pushing the chair back in frustration. “It’s not about looking for trouble, Damian. It’s about doing what I’m good at. What I’ve always done.”
His expression darkened. “And what about us? What about me? You think I’m going to sit by while you put yourself at risk? Again?”
His voice was low, strained, like he was holding back something far deeper than frustration. It was the same tone he’d used before, back when things had been harder, when he thought I was just a fleeting part of his life.
“I’m not asking y
