LioraI couldn’t stay still. My feet carried me back and forth across the room, the same question circling in my head like a curse. He had to explain. “Come on, Damien,” I said, sharper this time. “I’m waiting.” My voice trembled, not from weakness but from the weight of what I’d just overheard.He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look ruffled. Instead, he sat there with that unnerving calm, like nothing I was saying mattered.“Good evening to you too, Liora,” he drawled finally, his tone maddeningly smooth. “I’m very well, thank you, and my trip was just fine.”My chest tightened. Was he serious? “This isn’t the time to joke,” I snapped, my eyes searching his face for a crack, any sign of remorse. “I asked you a serious question, Damien.”His gaze locked with mine. His eyes were sharp and calculating, weighing how much to give me. “As you can see, I’m exhausted,” he said, voice steady, infuriatingly steady. “And no, I’m not avoiding your question.”He leaned back in his chair, every mo
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