C17 The Extraction

The word hung in the air like a death sentence.

Gone.

Isabella's legs gave out. Damien caught her before she hit the floor, lowering her to the couch, his hands steady despite the storm brewing behind his eyes. She gripped his arms, needing something solid, something real, as the world spun around her.

"What do you mean, gone?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "He was alive. You found him