Chapter 81

(Lena’s POV)

Something was definitely wrong; three days passed, and I don’t even have a clue where Damien was.

Diego had told me to give him some space; he was dealing with so much, and that was strange. Diego was never one to speak to me in that way, but maybe he was right; maybe Damien had been injured and didn’t want me bothered, but it clearly wasn’t working. I hadn’t slept well for three days, and it was affecting me. Something was going on, and I had to find out what exactly was going on.

Six times I had gone to search for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Where are you, Damien?

I tried mind-linking him, but he had plainly told me he wanted space; could it be he had found out? A part of me refused to believe that; I just couldn’t.

Once I crossed paths with Isis, and I had anticipated some more insults thrown at me, but she passed with no comments, and the weirdity—"if that’s even a word"—of the past few days was draining me. I made up my mi