Damon POV

It had been a year.

A year of silence.

A year of chasing ghosts, of rerouting scouts, of sending trackers who always came back with almosts and maybes and sorrys.

A year of pretending I still had control while my bond frayed further every day.

So when my phone buzzed just after dusk, I didn’t move at first. Just stared at the name on the screen: Kiran.

I answered on the first ring.

“I found her,” he said.

I knew he was going to find her.

It was a given that he was going to find her, but the fact was that it was something to hear him...