DAMIAN POV.
It had been one month and two weeks since Mirabel’s sudden disappearance, and still, we had nothing. No leads, no demands, no sign of her at all.
Owen swore up and down that he wasn’t responsible—that his fascination with hybrids had started long before he even knew Mirabel was one and that he would never harm her. But every scrap of evidence pointed at him. The masked man had been rumored to be seen near his secret lab. His research into hybrids had been obsessive. And worst of all, whoever had taken Mirabel hadn’t asked for money, hadn’t made a move, hadn’t demanded anything.
As if they didn’t need to. It was as if they were waiting for Owen to place an order.
I wanted to believe him—I wanted to. But how could I when the facts refused to let me? Even if my gut twisted at
