The door slammed open before I could finish securing the safe. I froze, my breath caught mid-inhale, the incriminating documents still clutched in my hands.
"Emilia."
Damien's voice was like a sharp blade slicing through the air, calm but deadly. I turned slowly to face him, my heart racing as his piercing gaze locked onto me. His dark eyes flicked from the open safe to the scattered papers in my hand, narrowing as the realization dawned on him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I—" My voice faltered, but I forced myself to stand my ground. "I was looking for answers."
His expression hardened as he crossed the room in three long strides. Before I could react, he snatched the papers from my hands and glanced down at them. His jaw clenched tightly, the muscle twitching as he processed what I'd uncovered.
"You went through my things," he said, his tone dangerously low.
