"We need to move, now," Damian growled as they headed toward the private rooms. His steps were quick and purposeful, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
Evander nodded, his expression grim. "If anything happens to her, I will—"
"It won't," Damian cut him off, his voice steely.
"Yes, not as long as I am breathing." Evander muttered.
The two men exchanged a determined glance before pushing forward, ready to face whatever awaited them behind that door.
"Evan, you go ahead! I don't think I should be going inside for her safety's sake," Damian said, his voice low but firm.
Evander shot him a glare, his frustration evident. "Fine. Just stay out of the way," he snapped before punching the key card into the lock and stepping inside the room.
As he entered, his sharp eyes scanned every corner. The room was eerily quiet; the faint scent of perfume or something pungent lingered in the air. But the room was empty. Completely empty.
