Ruthless Transaction

~Daphne~

I didn't call him. I didn't need to. Damian Cross was always awake at this hour, and he was always hungry for whatever scraps of Lancaster information I could bring him. But today, I wasn't bringing information—I was bringing a problem that was eating me alive from the inside out.

His penthouse in the sky was a monument to glass, steel, and a cold, clinical kind of luxury. When the elev