Chapter twenty two

Damon's POV

"We have a problem. Helen's missing."

I turned to him suddenly, shocked at hearing those words. We were in my office, where we usually met for briefings, and Tristen suddenly burst out mere seconds after entering the office. I went to close the door, then locked it, making sure no one can overhear our conversation.

"What do you mean missing?" I asked, confused.

"I don't know where she is." He blew out an exhausted breath before dropping into the nearest chair.

I glanced at Tristan worriedly.

"How can you mean you don't know where she is?"

He rubs at his eyes which had massive dark circles under them, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and knowing Tristan, he probably hasn't. Poring through every minor detail to make sure that we don't get another surprise visit, and that we catch the perpetrators that were involved in the vehicle bombing.

I felt a pang of guilt knowing that I caused all this, and was indirectly responsible for what he was passing through right