Julie grumbled.“I don’t like it any more than you do,” Faith said from her perch on the couch.Serena turned from her position by the window. “How long are they going to be? Damon didn’t answer his cell phone and we haven’t heard from them in hours.”“They’re probably figuring out a plan to keep us under lock and key for the next year,” Julie said glumly.“You should move away from the window, Mrs. Roche,” Sam said from the doorway.Serena sighed and walked over to the couch to sit by Faith.Julie scowled. Damon’s hulking chauffeur had been tasked with babysitting the three of them for the day. What the hell kind of chauffeur was built like a tank?The sound of the front door opening had all three women on their feet. Damon strode into the living room, Nathan and Gray on his heels.“How is Angelina?” Julie asked anxiously. The men’s expressions were so grim that fear scuttled around her stomach.“She’s safe,” Damon answered. Even as he spoke, he reached for Serena, and she went to him, melting into his embrace.
