"The factory," the man whispered, his voice barely audible.
Isiah's eyes narrowed as he looked at the man, his impatience growing with every passing second.
He could sense the man's fear, but he didn't have time for cowardice. He had come too far to be deterred by anyone, let alone a man who was clearly in excruciating pain.
"Where exactly?" Isiah demanded, his voice hard and commanding. "I don't tolerate any delays."
The man tried to speak, but his pain was too great. He could only manage to repeat the same word over and over again, hoping that Isiah would understand its significance.
Isiah was growing increasingly frustrated by the man's lack of cooperation. He was here for a reason, and he wouldn't let anything or anyone stand in his way.
He had been searching for Ciel and Lexie, and this was the closest he had come to finding him.
"You better speak now," Isiah warned, his tone growing even more menacing. "Where?"
