DAMON’S POV
I checked my watch again, counting the seconds since Beatrice dragged Gabrielle away.
Cat’s voice finally cut through my thoughts.
“But we never get to see you,” she whined, tapping her heel like a child. “You never come around unless it’s time for the Christmas party.”
I hadn’t realized she’d been talking this entire time. My attention drifted back to the hallway, hoping to see Gabrielle walk out.
Nothing.
There was no sign of her.
A faint irritation tightened in my jaw.
“Cat,” I said flatly, “I have things to take care of.”
She pouted. “But you just got here. Grandma wants you to—”
“I’ll speak to her later.” My tone left no room for argument.
I stepped away from her, scanning the hall again. Beatrice liked to talk, but she shouldn’t be taking this long. And Gabri
