Evelyn stood frozen by the doorway, heart pounding.
“Ghosts?” she said carefully. “What are you talking about?”
Damien stepped in, shutting the door behind him. Hard. Loud. Final.
“Don’t play dumb,” he growled. “I know you saw him.”
“I see many people,” she said coolly, walking to her desk and pretending to write.
“Don’t test me, Evelyn!” he slammed his fist on the desk, sending ink flying. “He’s alive! Adrian is alive!”
Her fingers gripped the pen tighter. “And if he is?”
Damien leaned closer, eyes wild. “Then everything I planned,everything I built is in danger. And you, dear Evelyn, will go down with him.”
“I’m carrying his child,” she snapped. “Don’t forget that.”
His jaw tightened. “Which is exactly why I need to act fast.”
Evelyn stepped back. “What do you mean?”
Damien sm
