“Where is Roy?” I asked, my voice cutting the brief silence held between Daniel and me. “Daniel, where is my friend. What have you people done to him?” I repeated, my voice firmer this time.
His gaze left mine, dotting around the room before he stood up. Every action, movement, proved that I was right. They were the ones all along. They had him.
“Daniel,” I snapped at him.
He steadied his gaze on me again. “We got someone. A young man in his mid twenties. Black short hair, fair skin, about six feet tall with a masculine stature, and glassy brown eyes.” He described Roy briefly.
My heart pounded in my chest. “Where is he?” I asked. Saliva caught in my throat, my heart beating like a rocking drum. “Daniel, where have you taken him, is he dead?”
Daniel's eyes flashed briefly. “He wasn't
