Third Person POV
He entered the castle, his coat billowing behind him, a sour look on his face, servants scattering out of his path, his boots thudding loudly along the ground. His steps were filled with purpose, his stride angry and jerky, his hair disheveled, and his eyes narrowed in disgust. He slammed the door open, startling Rosalie and Lucian who were inside, cursing loudly in his frustration.
“No f*****g sign of the b***h” Damon roared in a dangerously loud tone, taking his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack in the library, his expression thunderous, “I tracked her deep into the forest and then it just disappears. I couldn’t locate it. I knew I spent too long abed” he scowled.
Rosalie could understand his frustration. Dr Sturgis had insisted his patient spend two weeks in
