When Damien was in Seattle, he normally had a driver for his travels. He preferred to maximize as much time as possible to work and found driving a waste of his time. However, with his confrontation looming with Sierra, he found he preferred to have as few witnesses as possible.

His gut was churning in anticipation. He was on his way to Bree Anderson’s home. Sierra didn’t know yet that he was about to arrive. He hadn’t bothered with speaking to her on her email as she’d suggested.

No. He wanted to see her face, know what thoughts were going on inside her head. He hadn’t spoken to her in...