DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
She was still missing.
That fact sat in my chest like a weight that refused to move. Everything else bent around it. Sleep had been useless. My body never shut down, never let go. Every sound in the mansion dragged my attention back. Every footstep felt like it might be her. Every minute without news felt deliberate, as if the world was testing how long I could hold myself together before I broke. By morning, restraint was gone.
“Report,” I snapped, pacing the length of my study before stopping short and turning on Lawrence again. “What exactly is going on? You’re still standing here telling me nothing useful. Haven’t you found her yet? It’s been almost a full day.”
The words came out harsher than planned, but I didn’t regret them. He needed to understand the se
