#Chapter 43: Twin Wounds

Aria With two steaming cups of chamomile tea balanced in my arms, I reached out and knocked on the door to Darren’s office. There was a bit of a pause before he called out. “Come in.” His voice sounded gruff and tired, like he hadn’t slept all night. I nudged the door open with my shoulder and stepped into the room to find Darren hunched over his desk with a stack of papers in front of him, the only light that of the small lamp beside him. His jaw was clenched tightly as he worked, and he didn’t so much as glance up when I walked up to him. Liam had warned me that he was throwing himself into his work today, no doubt an attempt to take his mind off of what had happened this morning. I guessed he was right. “Here. I thought you might need this,” I murmured as I set one of the cups down on his desk. “You seem tense after earlier.” Darren snorted at that, as if my observation was spot on. “Thanks,” he said, but he didn’t look up from his work. I