TWENTY-EIGHT

DAMIEN’S POV

The night was surprisingly warm, so I decided to take a quick dip before dinner. After a hectic day filled with back-to-back board meetings, I could feel a headache creeping in, and a swim seemed like the perfect way to clear my mind.

As I slid into the pool, I felt the cold waves of the water washing the day’s stress away, and I enjoyed every stroke that I made, feeling lighter with every movement.

I went deep into the water, submerging myself fully while I held my breath for about a minute, and suddenly, I saw a figure standing above me. I popped my head up to find Evans, my Intel man, looking down at me.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, I brushed the beads of water off my face, my legs still dangling in the water.

“What do you have for me, Evans?” I posed inquisitively.

“A few of my colleagues said they spotted her in Haven City, but I’m yet to confirm that rumor,” he relayed.

My face instantly went sour, “You know better than to dwell on rumors. Find out if she’s ac