Damian's POV
I stood in the silent hallway, my back pressed flat against the wall beside her door.
The moment I heard the lock turn from the inside, I let everything I'd been holding behind my ribs come loose at once.
Anger came first. It always did with Kate. I didn't understand it. Around any other woman, around the entire damn world, I could keep myself in a single steady tone. With her, fury was the most reliable thing I owned.
Darius was upstairs, stuck in his suite. My showing up in Seattle had wrecked whatever ghost work he'd been running through this city. Lucky for us, that was exactly why he had been close enough to catch the wrong sounds bleeding through her wall. Lucky for us, we had both made it through her door in time.
My phone buzzed in my coat. The screen lit on a rec
