“This isn’t working!” Damien muttered as he stood up from in front of the coffee table and ran his hands through his brown locks in frustration.
Eleanor, who stood by the window with a glass of scotch in her hand and a concerned look in her eyes, sighed. Watching him fail at finding Rebekah over and over again was exhausting, just as it was sad. By now, she worried about the brunette as well and there was barely anything that she could do about it.
She walked over to the Celestial and took his hands in her own as she looked at him with nothing but utter love and admiration in her eyes. “You’ll find her.” She whispered.
He looked tense. Worried to his core and shaken; understandably so, considering that there wasn’t a word from Rebekah and none of her sirelings had been contacted by h
