Damon's POV
Three days. That was how long Kate had been lying in that bed, breath so shallow I had to lean in just to hear it.
And right now, I was burning through every ounce of the self control I'd built my reputation on, just so I wouldn't shove the woman in my passenger seat out of a moving car.
"I'm sorry to throw all of this on you," Rebecca murmured, angling toward me, watching my profile a little too closely. "I just panicked. Damian and Darius both asked about my sister, at different points. I figured she must matter to you boys, so I reached out. And then she didn't answer. She hasn't answered in weeks. I'm so worried."
My jaw locked, almost imperceptibly.
The past seventy two hours had rearranged the world I thought I understood.
Kate hadn't slipped into some clean, fairyt
