Amelia's breath caught in her throat.
The photograph slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the floor between them.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The archive felt smaller.
The silence heavier.
Damien stood in the doorway, one hand resting against the frame, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Not on the file.
Not on the photograph.
On her.
And the anger in his expression was impossible to miss.
Amelia swallowed.
Her pulse hammered painfully inside her chest.
"What is this?" she demanded.
Her voice came out weaker than she intended.
Damien didn't answer immediately.
He stepped into the room instead.
The door closed softly behind him.
Click.
The sound made her stomach tighten.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
The kind
