Back at the Thompson mansion, the atmosphere inside the living room remained painfully heavy.
The large chandelier above cast a soft golden light across the room, yet the warmth from it could not ease the suffocating silence hanging in the air.
Lisa sat beside Denovan on the long couch, her fingers tightly clasped together on her lap while worry clouded her beautiful face.
Even the maids moving quietly around the mansion seemed afraid to make noise.
"I hope we find him soon, dear," Lisa said softly, her voice carrying exhaustion and fear.
Denovan frowned deeply, his sharp eyes fixed ahead.
"If Roman was abducted the way we thought…" he began slowly before releasing a deep breath through his nose, "then with the amount of men searching, investigating, and tracking right now, we should have already found his location."
Lisa immediately turned toward him, her brows drawing together.
"What do you mean, love?" she asked quietly.
Denovan finally looked at her.
