I lasted exactly forty-seven minutes before I had to go back into that room.
Joana had decided the crystal wasn’t “sparkling enough,” which meant I was the one polishing glasses while the three of them continued their game a few feet away. Every time the cue ball cracked, I felt it in my teeth. Every time one of them moved, the air seemed to shift toward me.
I kept my eyes on the tray.
It didn’t help.
Damien’s voice was the first to reach me again, low and even. “You’re still carrying the day on your shoulders, Sienna.”
I didn’t look up. “I’m working, Mr. Voss.”
“I can see that.” A pause. “I can also see the way your hands shake when you think no one is watching.”
Heat flooded my face. I set another glass down harder than I meant to.
Dominic’s chuckle was soft, almost lazy. “She’s
