Under the bright moon near the ripple of the lake, tension hung in the air like a thick fog.
Daemon's man reported that all the women were present except for one.
Aurora.
The name echoed in Daemon's mind, filling him with a mix of dread and anger.
He could feel his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
"Bring me one of the women!" Daemon ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. His men scrambled to obey, their fear of him evident as they hurried out of the room.
A few moments later, one of them returned, dragging a woman in her late twenties.
She stumbled forward, her eyes wide and terrified.
When she saw Daemon, she fell to her knees, looking around as tears streamed down her face.
Daemon stepped closer, holding up the last photo of Aurora, his hands trembling slightly with worry.
