“Sir, another letter has come in.”

Damien turned, only half-listening to the man who’d just walked in, speaking to Douglas. Sierra was late. Damien watched as her father nervously looked toward the door, then the clock. Damien didn’t miss anything, and he could see the fury brewing in her father’s eyes. It seemed he didn’t like his daughter taking her sweet time getting there.

Damien didn’t like waiting on the girl, either, but his irritation was pushed down as he watched Douglas grow more upset.

Women were notoriously late, and Damien didn’t see a reason for the rage behind Douglas’s eyes.

Interesting, he thought.

“What are you talking about?” Douglas...