Damien paced in his office, the sound of his footsteps filling the room. Papers were scattered on the desk, a half empty glass of water sweating beside the phone. Jace stood near the window, watching him with sharp, unreadable eyes. The words Gwen had said kept ringing in Damien’s head. “I took care of it.” She had said it cold, finished, and then left without giving him a chance to answer.
“Boss, I’m more afraid of Gwen now,” Jace said finally, breaking the strained silence. He spoke quietly, but the fear in his voice was plain.
Damien didn’t stop pacing. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “I don’t even know what to think right now,” he admitted. The safe lines he’d drawn around Gwen’s behavior felt shaky. He had underestimated her before, and that thought kept cutting a
