DAMIEN’S POV

We didn’t waste another second.

“Move. Move. Hurry,” I barked as I stormed out of the room.

The house exploded into motion around me—boots pounding marble, doors slamming, engines already roaring to life outside. Matteo was right on my heels, phone pressed to his ear, barking orders into it as we moved.

I didn’t trust myself to drive.

I knew it the moment my hand brushed the car door and my fingers trembled. My head was too loud. My heart was too wild. If I got behind the wheel like this, I’d end up wrapping the car around a tree before we ever got close to Rose.

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