42~ Worried About Her

DIMITRI'S P.O.V

I could barely close my eyes as I anticipated a report from the spy. I couldn't count the number of times I tumbled from one end to the other on my bed.

The beep sound of my phone caught my attention. Quickly, I picked my phone from the corner of my bed, staring at the screen of my phone to see two notifications. One was a message while the other was a photo.

I clicked on the notification which instantly took me to the message inbox.

Sender: She is held in the dungeon. Here is a photo of her. (With an emoji finger pointing downward)

I looked at the photo, heartbroken to see her asleep helplessly on the bare floor. She squeezed her body from the cold, I could barely see her face because her hair covered every part of it.

Me: Give her the phone, I need to speak with her.

I waited for seconds, then a message dropped in. "It's me, Skylar."

On seeing the message, I quickly called the number. She wasted no time to pick my call. "Skylar, can you hear me?"

"Dimitri?" Her voic