Damien’s ragged breathing was the only sound audible in the house that night. He sat cross-legged on the floor with a crisp map of the world sprawled in front of him as his palms were facing the roof by his sides. His eyes darted back and forth behind his closed eyelids as he concentrated all of his magic to look for his angel.
Liam and Adonis stood in a far corner of the room; their heads bent towards each other as they conversed in low mumbles.
“We have been at this for days,” Liam whispered in a tense voice, “it is impossible to find her.”
Adonis nodded gravely; his eyes refused to move away from Damien as he stood in hopes of gaining some good news about Eleanor’s location from Damien. “What choice do we have?”
“There must be something that we can do? Because Eleanor could be in a
