DAMIEN

The doorbell rang just as I was about to open a beer. Figures. Timing had never been my strong suit.

At first, I thought it was Macey. My pulse kicked up before I could stop it, that annoying pull in my chest tightening like it always did when she was near. But when I checked the peephole, it wasn’t her.

It was the girl Zinna had sent to my office earlier in the week.

My frown deepened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I opened the door, leaning against the frame. “What ...