Through the earpiece, they heard Damien's footsteps circle around Grace.

"You look good," he said. "Better than when I last saw you. Stronger."

"What do you want, Damien?" Grace's voice was steady, though Luna could hear the underlying tension.

"I want you to understand. Everything I did—shooting you, working with Victoria, all of it—it was to protect you."

"Protect me?" Grace's laugh was bitter. "You shot me. You left me bleeding on the floor."

"Because you were going to ...