(Lena’s POV)

The folder lay between us like a loaded weapon. Neither of us touched it.

Damian stood very still, his expression unreadable. The faint hum of the servers filled the silence, broken only by the sound of rain beginning to fall outside. It tapped against the glass ceiling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made the air feel heavier.

I watched him carefully. His jaw was tight, his fingers tense as he finally reached for the folder. The movement looked steady, but I saw the tremor ...