Damon POV

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I stood there in Elena’s office, the lamp throwing soft light over the scattered papers on her desk. Our shoulders still brushed as we leaned in close, looking at the documents. I tried to ignore it and pointed at one of the bank records instead.

“Look at this transfer,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It lines up perfect with the day that lawyer switched sides. This could nail Damien.”

Her hand moved over mine as she turned the page, and she let it stay there ...