DAMON
I was pacing like a madman in my office, wearing the same clothes from yesterday.
I can't reach Vera since last night. The calls went straight to voicemail every single time, that automated voice telling me the number I was trying to reach was unavailable. Like she'd turned off her phone completely, or someone had turned it off for her. Neither option was good.
Rika wasn't found yet either. Declan had been on my neck since dawn, bursting into my office every twenty minutes to yell at me for keeping secrets. For sending Sloane to the city without proper backup. For trusting Vera when everyone knew she was unstable.
For not telling him about Ronan sooner. For every decision I'd made in the past month that led us to this moment.
"This is on you!" He'd screamed an hour ago, slammin
