XAVIER
Where is She?
I shoved the door open, my steps heavy as I stormed into the office.
My pulse pounded with frustration, but the sight before me brought my movements to an abrupt halt.
Sitting comfortably in the leather chair behind the desk wasn’t Clara—it was her husband, Damien. His arms were securely wrapped around her waist as she perched on his lap, an amused smirk playing on her lips.
“Keep talking to my wife like that,” Damien warned, “and see if you get the answer you’re looking for.”
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair in an attempt to rein in my impatience. Without another word, I strode toward the chair positioned directly across from the desk and sank into it.
“My men searched the entire city.” I gritted out. “They didn’t find her.”
Clara let out a
