DANTE
I furrowed my brows, eyes fixed on a still-trembling Cameron, then shifted my gaze to the empty bed. Then back to him again.
"What do you mean she's missing?"
"I… I can't—"
"Stop." My voice was sharp as a blade, slicing through his panic. "Don't stutter. Speak clearly. I want to hear every word."
Cameron lurched. His hand shot to the tie around his neck, loosening it as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face before stuffing it back into his pocket.
I narrowed my eyes at him, my tone cold and cutting. "I don't have the patience for riddles or breakdowns. Say it straight."
"Yes, Alpha." His voice was steadier now. The shaking had mainly stopped, but the fear was still there. Still obvious.
"Good," I muttered. "Now, for the love of the goddess, kindly explain what's going on. And tell me, where the fuck is Oleander, who should be in this room?"
Cameron heaved a deep breath, and the first thing I saw was guilt, etched across his face like a scar.
