Damien’s POV
After speaking with Henry, I started to feel uneasy. I couldn’t explain why, but I’d learned long ago to trust my instincts rather than question them. It was part of what had kept me alive this long.
So I excused myself from the banquet and returned to my wing, and my tower, and up to my rooms.
My Rose wasn’t there.
I stopped a moment, focusing, listening for the sound of her heartbeat. But no, I was alone in this room.
Immediately, I swiveled on my heel and approached the door. Drawing it open, I found one of my subordinates guarding the door.
“Sir?” he asked as I looked at him.
“My pet is missing,” I said. “Find out where she is.”
“Yes, Sir,” the man said, then hurried down the stairwell.
Waiting for his return was very annoying. I tried to sit at first and read, b
