CHAPTER 29:
Damian’s POV
I shut the doors of the mansion behind me and the sound echoed down the long hall. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet only I could notice.
I could smell the faint trace of my maid in the other room. She was probably dusting or sweeping. She had no idea I was back. I walked so soft and so calm, even my scent stayed hidden. She didn’t hear me.
Another maid moved about in the kitchen. But she wasn’t a wolf, just a human. She wouldn’t sense me if I stood right behind her.
I didn’t stop to greet anyone. I didn’t even breathe too deep. I went straight to my mini bar at the far end of the lounge. My coat felt heavy on my shoulders. I pulled it off and flung it across the chair carelessly. Then I grabbed a cold beer, twisted it open, and dropped down ha
