Namara's POV:

I still couldn’t believe Damien had looked me in the eyes and told me to choose between him and my job. As if he were some priceless treasure and my work was a childish distraction. If anything, I would choose a snake over him, at least a snake would be honest about wanting to poison you.

I paced the length of my office, heels clicking sharply against the floor, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. The space that had once felt like freedom now felt tight, and ...