“Where is he?” I glare at the male, “You won’t tell me where you kept him and you won’t let me out of here?”

He sighs and leans on the seat he sits on, “I don’t know where he went to.”

“I know you’re lying.”

He stands up with a yawn, “Suit yourself. Get dressed and got to work.”

I blink, “Wait, Sebastian,” He stops and gives me a bored stare.

I move closer and hold the bar, I hiss and move back when it hurts me. He looks down at my hands I cradle on my chest before he is staring back at me, “What?”

“Is it because of...