Keira
I found Damien at the rink his own team practiced at, waiting near the parking lot exit until his session wrapped, ignoring the string of texts from Ryder telling me to wait for backup. I'd promised Noah I wouldn't do this alone, and I hadn't, not exactly. He sat in the car a short distance away, close enough to intervene if things went wrong, far enough to let me have the conversation on my own terms.
Damien spotted me the second he walked out, gym bag slung over his shoulder, and something in his expression shifted immediately from casual confidence to guarded wariness.
"Keira." He glanced past me, clearly checking for cameras, for reporters, for any sign this was another ambush. "This is unexpected."
"I need to ask you something, and I need an honest answer." I kept my voice l
