Tyler's POV
The packhouse corridor stretched endlessly as I paced back and forth, a caged predator fueled by frustration. Hours had slipped by since Danielle's rapid escape into the night, and my impatience matched the ticking of the clock. The little witches – Dahlia and Azura – had sent me out here, claiming my pacing was disrupting their "concentration." As if a few footsteps could match the turmoil wreaked by Damian's intrusion into our lives.
Luke emerged from the nursery, shutting the door with a soft click. His calm demeanor contrasted with my restless energy, but he'd always been the picture of collected composure. "Any progress with the plan?" he inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.
I shot him a look, a silent commentary on the obvious lack of advancement. "Oh, you know, j
