Damian's POV

"Stella?" I repeated, stepping a little closer.

Still nothing.

Impatience won out over caution. I touched her shoulder, and she finally turned to face me.

It wasn't her.

The woman who had unfamiliar features and light eyes, frowned at me.

"Sorry," I said, already stepping back.

That was when a nurse walked past carrying a tray of bandages. I turned quickly.

"Excuse me," I called, moving toward her. "Have you seen a patient named Stella Harper? She came in earlier. Knee injury, blonde."

She seemed to think for a second, then nodded.

"Yes, of course. She was just here, but she's already left with her companion."

"Companion?" I echoed, a strange tightness forming in my stomach.

"Yes. A man. I think it was her boyfriend. They left through the side exit."

I didn't need to hear anything else. I passed her, almost jogging, and followed the direction she pointed. The automatic door slid open with a rush of cold air, revealing the parking lot in front of m