Shortly after my near breakdown with still no notification on her whereabouts, a video link was texted to my phone from an unknown number. I immediately shared the screen with the TV mounted to the wall in my office so that all could see.
My body went numb as I watched the infrared video of Ophelia. All alone in the dark, tears slipping down her cheeks.
What tore at me and ramped up my thirst for blood was when she cried out for me. My name a whimper in the black, searching for comfort. I promised I’d keep her safe. I’d done everything in my power to avenge those who had wronged her, but my ego failed to think of retribution.
“Are we tracking where this came from?” I asked.
“The tech team is on it,” Damien answered. It was minimal, keeping my anger from exploding.
Suddenly the lights
