Damon’s POV:
After the doctors moved Valeria into the high-security private ward in the wing above, I had made my way back down to the triage area. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw them.
Three men. Sharp suits that hid the bulge of holstered firearms, eyes scanning the room with precision.
I cursed under my breath, my blood running cold. This was exactly what I had been afraid of the second she’d confessed to running away.
Raymond was clearly unaware that I was the one who had intercepted her. If he knew his wife was in the hands of the Vitale heir, he wouldn't have sent three low-level hounds; he would have called me himself to bark about the pack alliance. The fact that these men were here meant they were tracking her. Not me.
And since she had run away—if Raymond was truly
