THIRTY FIVE – FINDING HIS QUEEN

MASON

Twenty fours have never felt this long exception of the times I was locked in a basement without food or water for days.

But then, this is different.

I pace the length of my office, mentally convincing myself that it isn't necessary to throw anymore things against the wall. My room is already trashed as it is.

The church assured me that I would get a reply in twenty four hours. Normally, I should call off my tech guys, give them a break. But no. No one will be taking breaks until Mira is found.

We've been waiting for another video, or any kind of proof, really, that she is still alive. So far, her kidnapper have sent non, confirming my earlier suspicion that she's being kept captive just to goad me.

"This might be a warning that the other side wants you back." Damon says from his position on the sofa across the room.

I pause to give him a hard glare.

"That part of my life ended when that fucker, Lachlan, died. I am never going back."

Damon's eyes narrow over the crossword puzz