Trouble times

Scott’s Pov:

The witch was reluctant to say anything at all that would lead us somewhere. She had this irritating smug face that was annoying me; I had to suppress every urge to crush her face. It was pointless to still stay back in the basement when she had nothing to offer yet. So I told the men to leave her for now. I instructed them to give her no food at all and only tiny drops of water after six hours. At least that would make her so weak to even think of escaping.

As I sat on the sitting room sofa, my mind was messed up; I couldn't even concentrate properly. Worries and concern troubled me; my mate and unborn child were yet to be found, and it was late in the evening. I wish I hadn't had the argument with her today. I showed her a side of me she shouldn't have seen; maybe that was what scared her, coupled with the attack.

She could even be having a panic attack somewhere, so I prayed to the goddess earnestly that she was safe. I wasn't so keen on praying to the goddess, but tod