Namara's POV:

“I can do this.” I said aloud as I paced around the room trying to fight off sleep so that I could go back to going through Damian's bank records, when I suddenly heard his footsteps before he knocked.

I knew that it was him because it sounded like the same hesitant way he dragged the soles of his shoes against the hallway tiles whenever he dreaded what waited behind a door. I sat myself on the edge of my bed, arms folded tightly, pretending that I hadn’t heard him ...