André’s POV

I tried my best to control my anger. My kitten’s disappearance was tearing me apart. I had my men storm the inn and search every room, lobby, and basement.

If my kitten was still in this building, I wanted to make sure that she was found, and I was going to find the bastards that took her.

I stood outside waiting, flexing my fingers in anger as I heard the new ruckus that came from the inn.

Pierre was standing by my side, making calls. I had asked him to call every ...