Langdon POV
I've never seen Damien this morose and miserable before. Repeated trips to the attic, have revealed no new information in regards to his twin Drake. The basement, a cold, desolate, dark and horrible room, has nothing of importance that I can tell, although Damien, refuses to so much as step foot inside of it. The cage, or cell, is something that he fears looking at and I can't blame him, even standing near it is enough to make me uncomfortable.
Elena has been avoiding the both of us, keeping herself holed up inside her room. However, tonight, she's ventured back into the living area of the pack room and Damien wastes no time in asking her, once again, where Drake was taken.
"Damien, I really don't know" she protests thickly, her eyes puffy and red from crying "I don't know
