NORMAN’S POV
Damon hadn’t returned to his house later last night like I had expected him to. The hours dragged on into morning, and the mansion grew too quiet without his presence. A faint unease prickled at the back of my mind.
Where the hell had he gone?
I tried convincing myself it was nothing. Damon was unpredictable, he often vanished when he wanted space. But even when he disappeared, he left threads for me to pull, places I could check. So, I did.
The first stop was the Cross Estate. If anywhere, he might have been there, maybe caught up with his old father or wallowing in his own restless thoughts. But the moment I called in, I got my answer: Damon hadn’t shown up there either.
That left me with one option, a place I had stupidly skipped over before – the house. The one he s
