The moment the word warehouse slipped past Damon’s lips, a cold, suffocating knot tied itself into the center of my stomach.“Your father has a private warehouse?” I asked, my voice barely carrying over the hum of the sports car’s engine as we hurried across the dimly lit parking lot.Damon nodded, his jaw set in a tight, unyielding line. “Several, actually.”“And you know where this specific one is?”“Yes.”“Then why haven't you ever mentioned it before now?”He unlocked the car, the headlights flashing amber against the pavement. “Because it's not exactly a place I visit for fun, Amelia.”I hurried around to the passenger side, refusing to lag behind. “Why?”He paused beside the door, his blue eyes catching the pale moonlight, dark and unreadable. “Because that’s where my father keeps things he doesn't want anyone asking questions about. High-value assets, off-the-books security files, legacy equipment. It’s a graveyard for things he wants buried.”I stared at him, my heart hammerin
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