Bianca’s POV

I slammed my fists down on Damien’s desk, anger radiating through me.

“You said you’d handle it,” I hissed, my voice a blade.

He didn’t flinch. Did he ever? Damien just leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as always.

“I did,” he said, his words measured.

I laughed bitterly, my tone raw, almost sarcastic.

“You did? Then why is his name clear in print? Why are they calling it ‘inconclusive’ and moving on? You told me you’d bury ...