Amara stood motionless in the hallway.
The silver key felt strangely cold between her fingers.
She stared at it.
Then at the black rose.
Then at the message.
ASK DAMIAN WHAT THIS OPENS.
Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear it.
“Damian?”
No answer.
She looked toward the study.
Empty.
The living room.
Empty.
The security guards who had been stationed outside were nowhere in sight.
“Damian?”
She reached for her phone.
No signal.
Her stomach dropped.
Then she heard footsteps.
She spun around.
Damian appeared at the end of the hallway.
His expression was tense.
“Amara.”
She rushed toward him.
“Where were you?”
“Calling my grandfather.”
“Did you find him?”
“No.”
His eyes immediately moved to the key in her hand.
His entire expression changed.
“Where did
