Chapter 113 Forty Minutes Behind a Closed Door

Damian POV

It's midnight when my phone lights up on the desk in my Brera study, and I answer before the second buzz.

Grace.

"I'm sorry I cut you off earlier," I say. "I was standing in Olivia's sitting room and couldn't take it."

"I figured." Her voice is a whisper, quick and tight, with a doo...

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