Damien returned to his seat after tending to the patient, only to find Arthur gone.
His stomach dropped. A chill ran down his spine, icy and sharp. Where could he have gone? For a fleeting moment, panic clawed at him, what if someone had taken the boy? He pulled out his phone, tempted to call Cassia, but stopped. He couldn’t worry her, not now.
His Jaw tightened, Damien rose and started searching. He slipped out of the hall, eyes darting, when he collided with a firm chest.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching,” Damien muttered, steadying himself. His gaze lifted, then hardened.
Alpha Aiden Miller.
Even if he’d only seen him once in his life, even if it were in a dream, Damien would know that face. Rage seared through him. This was the man who had broken Cassia, who had nearly destroyed her.
