**Aria's POV**He listened to everything without interrupting.That was the first sign that something was wrong. Damien always had something to say. Questions, observations, the occasional comment that reorganized how you were thinking about a problem without you realizing he'd done it. But he sat on that stool for the entire fifteen minutes it took me to lay out everything Maya had found and he didn't say a single word.When I finished he looked at the folder for a moment and then he looked at me."Close it," he said.I blinked. "What?""The folder." His voice was completely calm. "Close it and put it away."I stared at him. "Damien I just told you that my mother might have been—""I heard you.""Then why are you—""Because I need you to think carefully before you go any further with this." He stood up from the stool and moved to the window, which was what he did when he needed to put some space between himself and a conversation without leaving the room. "What exactly are you hoping
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