Chapter 72

Seth’s POV

My arms were crossed, and a deep frown carved into my face as I watched Zane interrogate-no, beat the shit out of Paul.

“Where are they, Paul?” Zane asked, gripping Paul’s chin so he was looking at him.

Paul said nothing, just like he had been for the past two days. I pushed myself from the door and made my way to stand next to Zane.

“This is hopeless,” Zane said, his voice laced with frustration. He ran his fingers through his black hair and looked at me, his blue eyes now dark.

“He isn’t saying a damn thing. Nothing!” Zane sneered, punching the wall enough to make Paul flinched.

But I kept my gaze on Zane.

"I'm losing my mind here, Seth," Zane whispered harshly, his eyes flicking back to me. "How are you so calm?”

I exhaled and dropped my hands to my sides. "I'm not."

I took a step closer to Zane, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I want to find them as much as you do, Zane, and also find the person responsible for it,” I added, and both of our heads turned to look at Pau