She sat alone at the table eating silently and vaguely. She missed him, but was still angry with him, and with all this she longed for his embrace and his warmth and his bold and impudent whispers.

Damian's voice, coming from Kayden's office, woke her up from her stupor, a voice that carried anger, oppression, and powerlessness that sent her dread, so she ran to him from her seat.

She stood at the entrance and watched Damian sitting on his brother's chair with his head between his palms, as if he was in excruciating pain.

Her body stiffened, holding her heart, waiting for an explanation. All the people present turned...