Davina's POV

My hands had been shaking as I followed Carlotta upstairs to her room.

Whatever was on that drive couldn’t be a good thing. But she had been right—we needed to know what was on it. And it felt good to be at her side again.

Once we were inside her room, she locked the door and crossed over to where her laptop was waiting. When she sat down, I remained standing just behind the sofa.

“Davina.”

I flinched when she said my name. “Yes?”

“Sit down.”

“I’d rather ...