Selina's shocked eyes trailed toward Damien. He was the last person she expected to see during her vulnerable time, as he was no different from Zane. Back then, Damien never gave her a chance to approach Zane or helped her win his heart.
All he ever said was that she shouldn't be upset; he was following orders.
A flicker of displeasure crossed her features, and Damien didn't miss. He hurriedly dipped his gaze, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew he had wronged her by never speaking up to change Zane's mindset.
"I can do that. We have reliable sources to search the city," Damien answered confidently. He pulled a notebook from his backpack and settled onto the other couch. "I'll need a clear description and sketch it right away."
She inhaled slowly, her shoulders tensing. "He was taller than me—about six feet. There was a scar on his arm. His eyes were dark… unsettling."
