Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

TWENTY-FIVE

They took us to a room with three seats and a table, and what I was guessing was a one way window as I all I could see from this side was my own reflection. Panic speared through me, what did they want?

The man that had called us and we had followed was an older gentleman with greys in his hair and eyes brows, he had us take our seats and then sat in the third chair and looked at Ethan. Just looked, thankfully it only lasted a second because the moment the man's eyes had met Ethan's, I'd felt him shift towards me, ready to fight, ready to defend. I wanted to tell Ethan that these were the good guys, but then I knew it wouldn't change anything, for the past ten years, he'd been trapped where the only other human beings were monsters.

Eventually the old man spoke, lessening the thick tension a little. "My name is Jefferson Henry, and I would like to show you something."

Nerves hit me full force when I realised that he was only talking to Ethan. Who was he? Why were people so focused on Ethan?

Jefferson pulled out a folder and placed it on the table before opening it and turning the page inside towards up so that we no longer looked at it upside down. On it was a picture of boy with the words "LOST" printed in bold ink above it. The boy was only a teenager, maybe fifteen or sixteen, he was handsome in his own way, and it was Ethan. Below the picture it stated: "ETHAN HUNTER WAS LAST SEEN BY FAMILY AT HIS HOME. IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT US ON" and it finished with a number, beneath that, I stared and thought, who is he? "WE WILL PAY £100,000 TO THE ONE WHO FINDS OUR SON. PLEASE HELP US."

We all sat in silence for a moment, until Jefferson spoke. "That poster was printed ten years ago. Are you this Ethan Hunter? Are you the son of Charles and Clarence Hunter?"

"Yes."

I jumped when Ethan replied, surprised that he had.

"Where have you been for the past ten years?" Jefferson asked.

Ethan stared at him, so Jefferson turned to ask me, but before he could, Ethan was up, pulling me with him, pushing me behind him. I could feel the snarl in his chest building.

"I remember getting lost in a forest," I started from behind Ethan. "Then I remember Ethan and that we couldn't get out, that we were hunted wherever we went. We couldn't get out," I couldn't have stopped the sob even if I'd tried. Because the worse thing was, I wasn't lying to cover what really happened, we were lost, we were hunted – by man and creatures. "We couldn't get out. I don't know how we ended up in France. I don't know how we escaped that... world. I don't know, all I know is that we're back and we're free. Isn't that enough?"

Ethan's arm was solid around my middle, holding me close, his thumb making circles in attempt to soothe me, to calm me down. He was here, I thought, Ethan wasn't leaving me, and that gave me courage to lift my head to look at Jefferson was staring at me with a mask covering his features.

"Where did you get lost?" Jefferson asked instead.

"On the side of the road," I started, talking as Ethan held me. "I threw my car keys... I was upset. But when I went to go and get them... I couldn't get back... I thought I was in a nightmare, I couldn't find my car, even though I had travelled in a straight line... I couldn't find it!"

As I shook, Jefferson asked Ethan the same question, to which Ethan replied with, "I don't remember."