Aurora’s POV
"You’re very quiet."
Damien’s voice scrapes against the silence inside the car. He doesn’t look at me. He’s staring straight ahead, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel, but I can see the muscle in his jaw jumping. He’s fuming. I can feel the heat coming off him in waves, and it makes the air in the leather interior feel like it’s running out.
"I’m tired, Damien. It was a long night."
"It was a strange night," he corrects. He slows down as we hit a red light, finally turning his head to look at me. His eyes are dark, searching my face for a crack I refuse to give him. "You spent a lot of time with Sebastian Reed. What did he want?"
"Business. I told you, he’s interested in the portfolio."
Damien laughs. It’s a dry, ugly sound that sets my teeth on edge. "He’s a Reed,
