(Alina)
The walk back to Damian's car was silent. I could feel him watching me, trying to read my face. I kept it blank. That was something I'd gotten good at living with him—not letting him see what I was thinking.
"You didn't show me everything," I said as he opened the car door.
His eyes met mine. "No."
At least he was honest about that. I slid into the seat and waited for him to come around to the driver's side. The bracelet on my wrist caught the light. It was beautiful, I had to admit that. Simple but expensive—just like everything else he owned.
"Why bring me here today?" I asked when he got in.
He started the engine. "You wanted to see where I work."
"I wanted to see what you do."
"And now you have."
"No," I said. "I've seen a building. I've seen people who are afraid to l
