Damon’s POV

“Where is Nora?” I asked the first person I saw as I walked into the house, barely closing the car door before rushing in.

The eyes of the gardener filled with fear, assuming that I intended to bark at her as I had been doing lately. How fast news traveled in the house that those who didn't work inside knew about what was going on.

Jane walked past at that moment and I ran toward her, leaving the old gardener who seemed to have his tongue tied.

“Where is Nora?”

I got ...