Across the room, Ryan sat contentedly at a small table with his nanny, happily absorbed in colouring. Creating a wild mix of colours that had no rhyme or reason.
It had been sometime since Damien and Chris had gotten to rescue Nicky and Aaron.
Anne's phone buzzed on the nearby dresser, causing her heart to leap into her throat. She rushed over and grabbed it with trembling fingers. Her breath hitched as she read the message:
Damien's back.
Without a second thought, she dropped the phone onto the bed and rushed towards the mansion's entrance. She needed to see them—to know they were all alright.