"Where is Olivia?" he asked, voice low but sharp.
Abi looked up, startled, exchanging a glance with Leo. It was Leo who answered carefully, "She left with Cyan. They needed more herbs to finish the project."
For a heartbeat, Damon simply stood there, not moving. Then, slowly, his jaw tightened, a dark storm gathering behind his calm face. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left.
He found Shaya in the corridor, arms folded, standing near the stairwell as if she had been waiting.
"You knew," he said coldly. "You let her leave."
Shaya lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "You do not tell me everything, my lord," she said lightly. "Why should I feel the need to oblige?"
The breath Damon exhaled was sharp, almost a growl. "You know the dangers that lurk outside the walls. You know—"
