Watching someone as capable and composed as Damian fold himself onto the floor like that made me deeply uncomfortable. I stepped forward before Lewis could say anything. "Damian, please don't. I know you were backed into a corner. Get up."
He lifted his eyes to Lewis instead, still on his knees, his face wet. Lewis looked down at him without expression, the silence between them carrying everything unsaid.
"You knew what Elena means to me," Lewis said finally, his voice flat and cold. "You knew, and you still did it."
"Mr. Lewis, I'm sorry."
"Even if you were certain Yael wouldn't hurt her do you think I could have lived with the uncertainty? If something had happened to her, if she had died " Lewis stopped. Something moved briefly behind his eyes before the ice settled back over it. "I can forgive a lot of things, Damian. But not this. Not when it comes to her. Be grateful she walked away unharmed, because if she hadn't, I wouldn't be standing here having this conversation."
