Kidnapped to love

chapter 72

Elijah’s informant sat across from him, looking tense and nervous as Elijah threw a  file onto the desk between them. The pages slid out, revealing pieces of crucial information he’d been searching for.

“How could you skip such an important detail?” Elijah’s voice echoed angrily through the room. “She was his daughter! How could you not mention that?”

The informant winced. “I’m sorry, sir,” he murmured.

“Do you think sorry will fix this?” Elijah snapped, his anger intensifying. “he  already taken Crystal, and who knows what he’s capable of doing to her. And now, if he finds out his daughter is with us…” He paused, his gaze darkening. “I don’t know what he’ll do to her.”

As he continued to pace and vent, a guard approached him hastily. “Sir, the girl is awake. She’s throwing things around and looking for her fiancé,” the guard reported.

Elijah’s frustration deepened. “Didn’t you tie her down?”

“You yourself told us not to, sir,” the guard replied cautiously.

Elijah clenched his eyes shut in exasperation. “Then give her something to calm her down,” he ordered, his voice strained.

“She’s out of control, sir,” the guard insisted.

“Can’t even handle one girl…” Elijah muttered before storming down toward the basement, irritation fueling his every step.

As he entered, he saw the chaos unfold. The girl was shouting and hurling anything she could grab at the guards, her fury unrestrained. “Stay away from me!” she yelled, her voice filled with defiance. “Where is Dimitri? I want to go to him!”

Her face was hidden, but something about her voice struck Elijah as familiar. Before he could place it, she grabbed a nearby bottle, smashing it into jagged shards.

The guards hesitated as she raised the broken bottle, her gaze daring them to come closer. “Anyone who touches me…” she warned, pressing the sharp edge against her skin as a threat.

Elijah, having no patience left, surged forward and caught her wrist, spinning her around to face him. “What the hell are you—” He stopped mid-sentence as her face came into view. It was her—the girl he had met on the road.

“You…” he muttered, momentarily stunned.

“Let go of me!” she struggled, pulling against his grip. But Elijah held her steady, his eyes fixed on her in astonishment.

“I said, let go!” she demanded, her voice breaking slightly as she fought against him.

“Enough!” he barked, his tone so commanding that she froze, startled, her eyes closing involuntarily as fear flashed across her face.

Taking advantage of her hesitation, Elijah pulled the bottle from her hand, his gaze drifting to the small cut on her palm where the glass had pierced her skin.

She opened her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Where is Dimitri?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Elijah’s expression softened slightly as he sighed. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” she asked, panicked, her eyes searching his.

“To Dimitri,” he replied, watching her expression shift from fear to hope.

She nodded quickly, relief washing over her. Without another word, Elijah led her out, guiding her forward as they walked in silence.