"Why are you here?"
The man's voice was mean.
Celeste sat in the chair. Her hands held on tight. Her heart was beating so fast and loud. She felt scared and small. She didn't like feeling that way.
"I want to know the truth," she said.
The Kavanagh man smiled just a little. "Truth costs money."
"I'll pay for it." She tried to sound brave.
He looked at her face. "Are you ready to turn against him?"
Her chest felt tight. That word hurt her. "If I have to. Yes."
He sat back. He looked happy. "So you're picking our side."
"This isn't about sides. This is about my life."
"Your life is tied to Damien's. You can't change that."
Her throat hurt. "Then cut us apart."
He stopped smiling. "It will cost you plenty."
"Tell me what you know," she said loudly.
He placed a thick folder at th
