Damien
The bar was loud enough to drown out my thoughts, but not the irritation clawing at the back of my mind. I nursed my drink, resting against my seat, watching people drift in and out. I had some information, but my search for the woman wasn't going smoothly. Ethan had hidden her well—too well. It was like a shadow that kept slipping through my fingers.
I'd been in enough hunts to know when someone was playing me, and Ethan? He was playing this game like a pro. That smug bastard probably thought he was untouchable.
I tossed back another swallow of whiskey when I caught sight of a familiar face across the room.
Mona.
I hadn't seen her since we left the orphanage. She looked sharper now—expensive clothes, makeup done just right. I remembered her always hovering around Ethan back th
