FEW DAYS LATER
Silveria found out by accident, the way she seemed to find out nearly everything important about him lately.
Felix had asked her to drop off some papers at a building downtown, a small office located just a few blocks from the main Crew Enterprises tower. Silveria got the address slightly wrong and ended up standing outside a community center instead, the kind of building with peeling paint along the windowsills and a sign that had clearly seen far better decades than this one.
She was about to turn around and correct her mistake when she saw him.
Damien, standing casually in the doorway, talking with a woman who held a toddler propped comfortably on her hip. He wasn't wearing his usual sharply tailored suit. Just a plain jacket, sleeves pushed carelessly up his forearms, looking considerably more relaxed than she had ever once witnessed him look back at the estate.
