The argument came the next morning, sharp and sudden, the first real crack in the fragile new thing between them.
"You want me to stay out of it entirely," Wren said, following him into the kitchen, furious in a way that surprised her with its intensity. "You want me to hand you everything I know about Ashworth and then disappear into the background while you handle it your way. That's not partnership, Damon. That's ownership."


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