Damien’s POV
“Excuse me?” I said, my voice cold as ice crept over my body.
I couldn’t have heard that right, despite the anger in Jake’s tone. There was no way Claire and Sienna could have escaped their jail cells. They were finally caught. They were facing justice.
Now they were both free.
“You heard me,” Jake said.
“Tell me you are joking,” I said. It would be a sick joke, but I’d rather that than this be the truth.
“I’m not,” Jake said. “Someone unassuming came to the jail last night. A visitor, though the guards can’t remember her face, only remembering that it seemed to be a woman.”
“How can they not remember?” I demanded, my anger flaring now, working in tandem with the ice inside of me, ice and fire bonding and raging.
“They were knocked unconscious. Knock-out powder, our d
