They've already drawn too much attention..."
He blinked. The words flowed through his mind.
"He finds people ― that's his talent, why they keep him."
He slowly lifted himself from the little prison, waiting for them to come and take him to his doom. They wouldn't kill him, no. But they would do worse. He was sure of it. The rough metal felt like daggers beneath his cold hard skin. He was surprised he could even feel the pain. He looked down at his ragged white button-downed shirt and black pants: The only clothes they supplied him with.
His head snapped up the moment he heard a door slam against the stone wall. He slowly made his way to the shadows of the cell. Then the voices...
"Edward, calm down!"
"I need to see him, Carlisle."
"You don't even know if he-"
Edward's voice cut through like a razor blade. "We'll soon find out!" The footsteps grew louder and angrier. His cell door opened and before Demetri knew it, his head was slammed against the wall and a tight fist gripped his neck. His feet hung off the ground.
Edward's eyes shined like fiery amber. "Where is my daughter?"