Meanwhile, at the Musk estate…The morning light crept slowly through the tall curtains of Damian’s room. He stirred awake, his head heavy from the wine of the night before. With a low groan, he reached for the bell rope beside his bed, summoning a maid.The door opened, and a young maid stepped in quietly, bowing her head.“Where is Father?” Damian asked gruffly, rubbing his temples. “And Aston? They weren’t at breakfast… and Amara?”The maid hesitated, her eyes lowering to the floor. “Don Victor left before sunrise, sir. He instructed me to inform you he is taking a vacation… for his health. And… Miss Amara also departed, though she did not say where.”Damian sat up straighter, a sharp frown cutting deep lines into his face. “A vacation? Without telling me? And Amara too?”“Yes, sir,” the maid answered softly, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “He left with Aston and a few trusted maids. He… he said not to be disturbed.”Damian’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. His fath
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