Damien POV
I sat behind my desk, the aftermath of Rachel and me moments ago still lingering in the air.
Vance and I had hurriedly cleared the room, erasing the evidence, though my bloodstained shirt remained untouched-I hadn't bothered changing it.
My bloodstained shirt remained untouched. I hadn't bothered changing it.
Vance stood to my right, as he always did, composed and watchful.
I was expecting a knock.
Instead, the door swung open.
Alessandro walked in without hesitation, utterly unfazed by the death glare I sent his way. He strolled across the room like he owned it and dropped into the chair opposite my desk.
"That was a long ride," he said casually, rolling his shoulders. "You wouldn't happen to have a beer, would you? A civilised man keeps one on hand."
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