ARIA
The folder felt hot in my hands.
I stood frozen behind Damian's massive desk, the leather chair still warm from where he had been sitting.
She is the key. Keep her close. Cassian can't know.
The note was written in his handwriting. Below it were photos: me leaving my apartment with Dad's oxygen tank, me crying on the bus after the wedding, me stumbling drunk in the bar the night I had thrown myself at him. Dates were stamped on every image. He had been watching me for weeks. Maybe longer.
My stomach twisted violently. The taste of betrayal rose sour in my throat.
He had known who I was the second I kissed him. He had known about Cassian, about the ruined wedding, about Dad's bills. And he had still let me grind against him like a desperate fool.
I slammed the fo
