DAMIEN’S POV

I stormed back into the house like the devil himself was chasing me. The front door slammed so hard the pictures on the wall rattled. My boots echoed through the marble foyer—loud, angry, desperate. Every step felt like I was walking on broken glass.

Matteo was right behind me, breathing heavy, but he didn’t dare speak. He knew better.

I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, chest heaving.

“Where are they?” My voice came out rough, low, dangerous.

“Basement,” Matteo answered immediately.

I didn’t wait for more. I turned and headed straight for the stairs that led down. The air got colder with every step. The...