THIRD PERSON POV.
Damian sat in his office, his fingers pressed together in thought. The dim light from the single lamp on his desk cast long shadows across the room. Ever since Mirabel had returned without her memories or recognition of Owen, he had been restless for days.
Something wasn’t right.
A soft knock at the door made him look up. Before he could answer, the door eased open, and Noah stepped in, shutting it quietly behind him. His expression was unreadable, but Damian had known his brother long enough to sense the tension in his stance.
“We need to talk,” Noah said in a low voice.
Damian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I have been thinking the same thing.”
Noah exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before stepping closer. “Something suspicious has been happ
