Diego's POV

"How bad was the damage?" Elena asked the moment I walked into the den.

"For fuck’s sake—how long have you been here?"

"Walked in a few minutes ago," she explained. "Tidied up your desk, too. You’re welcome. Answer the question."

I shot her a glare. "Sometimes, I need peace and quiet, Elena."

"Then you shouldn’t have brought Davina and her kid back here," she retorted as she plopped herself down on the sofa. "Santo told me you decided to spare the boy at the warehouse, by ...