Aurélie POV
“Come back inside at least,” Damien said quietly. “Let me contact some people see if there’s any intel you might have missed.”
There was something fragile in his voice. Not weakness. A plea.
“Damien?” Geneviève let out a small, disbelieving laugh.
“The Darkvale pack are welcome here at the Bloodnight pack,” Damien commanded, his voice carrying across the courtyard. “They are to be treated with respect.”
Then he extended his hand toward the house, inviting no, asking me to follow.
I studied him for a heartbeat. Could I trust him? Trust him with Dominique’s fate?
“Damien,” Geneviève growled under her breath.
“Enough, Geneviève!” he roared back, sharp enough to catch even her off guard.
That was enough.
I turned and walked back inside, returning to his office. Damien wat
