I knew that look. When Damian went still and empty, that was when he was at his most dangerous.
"Tonight," Father continued. "The annual auction. You take Catherine on your arm. As the heir of the Voss family. Whatever she wants. Anything she wants. You will bid for it, you will win it, and you will hand it to her as an apology. That is an order, not a discussion."
Under the table, Damian's fist closed so hard the knuckles bleached white. The answer ground out from between his teeth.
"Understood."
Catherine's tears dried in an instant. In their place flashed a small, unmistakable smile of triumph, fast and ugly. She did not have time to scrub it away before I caught it. I lifted my fingers in a lazy little wave at her. When her gaze snapped to me in alarm, I smiled back.
I still did n
