Damien’s POV:

With the plan to confront Namara made, I drove into the Packhouse, then parked the car harder than necessary, the engine still ticking angrily beneath the hood as I cut it off.

Afterwards, I stepped and made my way to the main building but the first thing I saw was Nicolle pacing back and forth in front of the door, restlessly. “Ugh!” I let out a low grunt as I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me.

Honestly, all I wanted right now was to see Namara on her ...