“Damien? What’s going on?”
I didn’t explain, couldn’t even speak until she was hidden away in the foyer with the door locked and closed behind us.
“Damien,” she said again, with concern and fear rising in her voice. “Talk to me, please.”
I moved to the windows then, drawing closed the curtains. “Close all the curtains in the house,” I said to the servants. “And call for more guards. I want every inch of this place protected.”
Amelia followed me into the living room. “Please,” she said. As I tried to walk by her, she placed her hand on my arm, stopping me. “You are scaring me. Tell me what’s happening.”
I forced myself to slow, to explain – at least, as much as I could with my protective instincts going absolutely haywire.
“Claire and Sienna have escaped prison,” I said. “They both r
