Amelia's words were lost in the ensuing silence as Daniel stood tense before her. His jaw was clenched, his arms crossed over his chest made his shirt tighten around his biceps, and his irises seemed like two black pits of... was that indignation? Fury? Concern? For a moment, his stance gave the impression that Amelia had somehow offended him with what she said, or that she had said something inconceivable. He seemed to be wrestling with whatever he was thinking about her words. Finally, he shook his head and stepped closer to her, stopping right in front of her.
“First, let’s focus on what you know,” he said, and once again, his voice showed none of the reactions she had seen in his eyes. “We have reliable information that he’s being held at the Marlon pack, why do you think he isn’t the
