Damien’s POV
The whispers followed me again, this time commenting on my sudden shift. When I came into the office this morning, I had been smiling wide and whistling. Not more than an hour later, I stalked out of my office with a grimace, determined and stern, a man on a mission.
I was on a quest for the truth, and Claire held the answers I wanted. I didn’t expect an easy fight with her, but I was willing to soldier on nonetheless. Regardless of the murmuring that followed in my wake.
People could think whatever they wanted. Rumors didn’t bother me anymore.
When I reached the area of the building where the Council offices were held, I could hear phones ringing down the hallway. Were they alerting each other about my presence? Or was it strictly coincidence?
When I entered Claire’s off
