Seraphina Quinn frowned slightly.
Some things were better left unsaid.
Damian Fairchild had flown all the way from Kingsland, thousands of miles away, and spent two hundred million to get them back from Cian. Why would he do such a thing...
The reason was obvious, really. He already knew her true identity.
Even if neither of them had said it out loud.
Seraphina Quinn pressed her lips together, watching him silently for a moment. "Why did you get involved in this mess? Two hundred million is no small sum."
Damian Fairchild took a step closer, his sharp, almond-shaped eyes gazing at her with a deep, lingering affection. "Are you planning to discuss this with me in the doorway?"
Seraphina Quinn's hand paused on the door, but she ultimately pushed it open and walked inside.
The moment the lights of the presidential suite flickered on, Damian Fairchild, who had followed her in, pressed her against the door.
