The Boy She Remembered

Damien POV I pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment. The lights were low. Rafe stood by the window with his arms crossed. He always looked like he was waiting for something to go wrong. “Lucian wants you to find who stole from him,” he said. “Not what was stolen.” I dropped my keys on the table. “He’ll swallow his tongue before admitting weakness. But we know what we’re looking for.” Rafe nodded once, his jaw worked as if he was deciding whether to speak again. “And you are really moving into the estate now?” A slow pull at the corner of my mouth. “He gave me access. Isn't that what we wanted?” Rafe let out a breath. “This is going to blow up in your face. Or hers.” I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. “All the goods Alessandro shifted are back. I put the interesting ones in your new office,” he added. “Good. Lucian needs to trust me before I cut his world open.” Rafe looked away, tired of being right before the damage came. I walked to my room, packed