Davina's POV

Okay, so talking to Dad was a no-go.

I had no choice but to go straight into the lion’s den.

But the lion wasn’t expecting me—that was for sure. Diego looked up from his desk and did a double take.

“What are you doing here?”

I shut the door and twisted the lock, making sure we wouldn’t be disturbed. Then I stomped over to his desk and slammed both my palms down on either side of the table, like I’d seen people do in movies. I figured—bring on the drama, right? I ...