Yawn!
Damian stepped out onto his balcony in a loose bathrobe, a cup of coffee resting in his hand. He moved toward the railing and leaned against it, his gaze drifting down to the driveway below.
Two vehicles sat there, bold and out of place. A black and purple SUV and a sleek supercar were parked side by side, occupying the space like they owned it. Off to the side, his sedan had been shoved aside carelessly, crooked and forgotten.
His eyes narrowed.
"The disrespect!" he snapped.
The car looked as though it had been pushed out of the way in a hurry and abandoned without a second thought. He would not have been surprised if the doors were left unlocked and the keys tossed somewhere inside.
How could they treat the first and only car he had ever owned as a human like this?
The irritation lingered for a moment before something else caught his attention.
The house was silent.
Too silent.
