Damien’s POV
Midnight.
And no way forward.
The city's pulse beat around us, alive and cold, but Isabella’s absence was the only sound I could hear in my head—louder than the hum of the surveillance feeds Jaxon’s crew had tapped into, louder than the useless whirring of servers spitting out dead-end footage.
We were back at the penthouse after hours of fruitless searches.
I shouldn't have taken her to that party.
My mind was a war zone as regret began eating its way in my heart.
I paced the length of the marble floor like a caged animal, running a hand through my hair until it felt like I’d tear the roots out. The others kept glancing at me nervously. I didn’t care.
“LOOK AT YOU,” I shouted suddenly. “ALL OF YOU LOOKING SO f*****g RELAXED! HACK EVERYTHING! TRAFFIC CAMS, BANK SYSTEMS
