DAMON
I kissed Sloane one more time before getting up from the fur rug, my lips lingering on hers longer than necessary. Her dark eyes were wide, worried, searching my face for answers I didn't have yet. "It's okay, Princess. I'll go check on him."
Her lips quivered. She pulled the blanket around herself, her hair still messy from what we'd just done, her skin flushed. "Damon, I—"
Then we both heard it. A cry of agony from somewhere below us, muffled by distance but unmistakably female. Raw and desperate. The kind of sound that came from real pain, not a training accident or a minor injury. Sloane's face went pale. "Who is that?"
"I don't know yet." I stood, grabbed my jeans from where I'd thrown them earlier, pulled them on quickly. My black thermal followed. "Stay here."
"No, Damon,
