Evelina's startled gasp was muffled as a firm hand clamped over her mouth. Her wide eyes darted to the shadowy figure in front of her, and she felt her heart race until the dim light illuminated Damian's sharp features.
Relief and irritation mixed as her shoulders slumped slightly, her muffled voice protesting against his hand.
"Calm down," Damian whispered urgently. He removed his hand, stepping back just enough to give her some space.
"What the hell, Damian?" Evelina snapped, her voice rising before she caught herself. "What is wrong with you?"
Damian ignored her question, his piercing silver eyes studying her face for a moment before his expression softened—if only slightly. "What did Luther want?"
Eve crossed her arms, shooting him a withering glare. "He asked about my progress on the poisoning investigation. Then he offered his help. Said he's on my side and all that."
Damian frowned, his brows knitting together. "And what did you say?"
