chapter eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Just in the middle of their conversation, Bruce’s phone buzzed and he sighed, cursing the interruption, but duty called.

“Duty calls, huh?” Vivian asked, already knowing the answer. She could see the shift in his demeanor—the easygoing smile replaced by the serious look of a man dedicated to his job.

“Yeah,” Bruce replied, sounding apologetic as he glanced back up at her. “I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got to take care of this. Eight pm sharp”

In the end, she had managed to send Bruce away with a promise to meet later, hoping it would cool the situation. Now, as she walked back into the building, she felt a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. Half anticipating her outing with Bruce tonight, she tried to push the encounter out of her mind, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the lingering sense of unease remained, clinging to her like a shadow.

Damien watched her from where he stood, a few paces behind, his eyes fol