Tanya Thorne braced herself and met his gaze. "Are you… hoping something happened, or not…"
The man shot her a cold glance, and she immediately lost her nerve, ducking her head. "N-nothing like that happened."
Damian Fairchild didn't press her further. "You can scram."
Tanya Thorne was scared to death of him. Without even a word to Seraphina Quinn, she shot off and vanished in a flash.
Damian Fairchild didn't press the issue, which let Seraphina Quinn breathe a sigh of relief.
After finishing the paperwork and leaving the police station, she looked up at the dim, twilight horizon, feeling a bit… lost, even melancholic for a moment.
After all this commotion, her callback audition for *Phoenix Return* was probably ruined.
"I've already spoken to Sunrise Media."
Damian Fairchild's voice came from behind her.
Seraphina Quinn turned back to look at him. "My cousin beat your sister-in-law to a pulp, and you're still helping me? This doesn't seem like your style, Mr. Fairchild."
