Damon's POV
"He flew where?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and dragged my temper back down before Darius could hear it c***k through the line.
This morning was supposed to be a quiet victory. The old houseman had called at sunrise to tell me our father had finally cracked. Other women would be permitted to compete with Catherine for the future Luna seat. He still favored Catherine. He still wanted a Voss tied to her name. But the door was open now, and after two years of pushing on it, that was more ground than I had any right to expect.
I walked into the Voss Group lobby with the news folded carefully in my chest, ready to set it down on Damian's desk like a gift. Instead Meredith was rerouting his calendar to virtual, his office was dark, and his security detail had thinned to noth
