Chapter 137 - Unraveling Ties and Calculated Truces
Damien's car pulled into the underground parking of my office building, and I followed in my new Maserati—a car that still felt like I was driving someone else's life. As I cut the engine, I couldn't shake Bianca's words from my mind. "Brother Damien." The familiarity in those two words bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
I stepped out of my car just as Damien approached, his expression unreadable.
"You didn't answer my question," I said, crossing my arms.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Let's not discuss this in a parking garage, Hazel."
"Then where? Because I'm about to face my stepmother upstairs, and I'd rather not walk in there with yet another unanswered question weighing on me."
Damien's eyes softened. He reached for my hand, and after a moment's hesitation, I let him take it.
