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~Damon's POV
I slammed my fist against the table, frustration boiling inside me. "Nothing is going our way," I muttered under my breath, pacing the room. My anger wasn't just at the situation; it was at myself, at Fridolf and Belinda for slipping through our grasp, and worst of all… at Lisa for disappearing like this.
Kael and Rowan sat quietly, their wounds still fresh, faces pale and sweating. "Is the pain unbearable?" I asked, stopping in front of them, trying to mask my worry with a harsh tone.
Rowan's lips moved, weak but determined. "It's… bearable. But it hurts, Damon."
I frowned. "And Kael?"
Kael shook his head slightly, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I'll live… but what about Lisa?"
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I… I don't know where she could be. She's nowhere to be found."
Rowan's eyes narrowed. "Where else would she have gone, if not her own house?"
"I have no idea," I admitted, frustration twisting in my chest.
