WREN
Something about this so-called dinner felt off and it wasn't the food or the tension and anxiety that wrapped around the minutes like it was glued to it.
It wasn't even the armed guard standing behind me like a reminder that I could never simply get up and walk away. It was the fact that this was Damon Voss.
There was something deeply unsettling about sitting across from a man who could decide whether you lived or died and watching him behave as though this were an ordinary dinner between two people who happened to know each other.
The worst part was how calm he looked throughout all this while and not appearing to be threatening.
He didn't need to…I had already learned that the most dangerous people were rarely the ones who shouted the loudest.
Sometimes, they spoke and tended
