Aria absolutely could not have the world doubting her husband's mental capacity. Damien Sinclair had a global, multi-billion-dollar empire to run. If the board of directors, the shareholders, and the rivals genuinely believed the Demon King was sitting in a hotel room contemplating suicide, the sharks would instantly smell blood in the water.
She feared the consequences of her stupid, petty PR stunt negatively affecting his career.
Out in the hallway, Richard was putting on the performance of his life.
"Whoa, officers, please!" Richard's usually calm voice was pitched up in frantic, civilian panic. "You can't just bust in there! My brother is in that room! He's completely deaf! He gets violently startled! He has a severe heart condition!"
Aria grabbed Damien by the bicep, yanking him downward so she could whisper directly into his ear.
"I have a plan," Aria hissed frantically, her breath hot against his jaw.
