Chapter 57

• Haven's breath came in shallow as he tried to keep his vision in a faintly lit passage. The cold, stone dividers squeezed in on him, and the harsh haziness appeared to swallow him entire. His heart beat in his chest like a war drum, resounding within the hush. He had misplaced it all—he seemed to feel it.
• He had gone through the last 48 hours in a state of edginess, after investing days looking for her after she was kidnapped in the dead of night. The police were never in question,due to the dangers laid down by Damon before. But Haven had refused to give up, and his persistent interest had at last brought him here, to this deserted warehouse at the outskirts of the city.
• As he looked as his spouse who was sleeping with her face battered and her dress torn with her body looking rough handled. He seemed to listen to low voices from inside, one of them unmistakably Damon’s. He sounded brutal, firm and voice full of dread. Haven tightened his clench hands, anger surging through him like a tidal wave. Damon would pay for sure. Taking a deep breath, Damon pushed the door open and ventured inside.