Kieran
The Marriott's elevator seemed to take forever. I stood there watching the numbers climb, Damien's words kept ringing in my head.
"But you'll never get it if you don't try."
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was an i***t for not fighting harder three years ago. But what was done was done. Right now, I had to focus on the case, on keeping people alive.
On keeping Aria alive.
The elevator dinged, and I walked down the hall to Aria's. I knocked twice.
"It's open," came her voice from inside.
I found her at the small desk by the window, papers spread everywhere. Crime scene photos, genealogy charts, maps of the pack territories. She'd been busy.
"You found something," I said, closing the door behind me.
"I found more than something." She didn't look up from the papers. "Your Morriso
