“You look like you just saw a ghost, Ivana.”Damien’s smooth voice sliced through the cold silence of the room.I flinched so hard my hand knocked against the camera body, almost sending it crashing onto the desk. I slammed the small LCD screen down toward the wood, hiding the digital image, but Damien was already leaning against the doorframe. He had his hands shoved casually into his trouser pockets, watching me with a sharp, dangerous intensity.“Get out of my room, Damien,” I choked out. My chest was heaving, and my heart was hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.Damien didn't leave. He stepped inside, letting the heavy oak door swing shut behind him with a soft, ominous click. He walked slowly across the plush rug, stopping right beside the desk. His dark eyes flicked from my pale face down to the camera I was clutching like a weapon.“He gave you the old archived memory cards, didn't he?” Damien asked softly. A cold, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “He t
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