Chapter Thirty Three

Damian.

I sat in my office, staring out the window that overlooked the beach.

Hope stood close to the water, her feet bare and the dress she wore rippling in the breeze. I kept careful watch over her and had instructed my security team to do the same. I wouldn’t take any chances after her fainting spell of the day before.

Just moments earlier, I had hung up after speaking to the lead investigator on Hope’s case. There had been no arrests made yet. No leads. The men who had

abducted her were still out there. Still a danger to her. It was unacceptable.

The detective had promised to stay in touch and to inform me the moment there was a break in the case, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I wanted results. I wanted to make the men who had dared to touch Hope pay.

I focused my attention back on Hope, who was still staring out to sea.

Every once in a while she raised her hand to shove the curls from her face, only for them to blow back. She lifted her chin and laughed, and I could feel t