Balthazar’s POV
I was pacing the office when the door swung open, and Damian stepped in.
"Thane took her," he said, cutting straight to it. "Look, Balthazar…"
Before he could finish, the door burst open again, and Drystan stormed in.
"How the hell did you lose her?" he snarled, getting right in Damian’s face.
"I… we fought," Damian stammered.
"You touched her?" Drystan snapped, shoving him hard.
"She wanted it," Damian shot back, defensive. "I couldn’t…"
"You fell for her?" Drystan slammed his hands on the desk, leaning forward.
"I didn’t mean to," Damian muttered, burying his face in his hands. "Have you seen her?"
"Enough," I cut in sharply. "We need to find her. Now."
"Thane’s got her," my spy interjected. "Wants to make her his Luna."
Drystan turned to the window, his jaw t
