One thing Ocean hated was the feeling of not being in control and not having a plan, but that seemed to be his life pattern as he desperately wanted to know how Moon was doing. He was on the verge of losing all the control he had mastered for many years.
He couldn't describe how he was feeling. Was it frustration? Confusion? Anger? Confusion? He couldn't tell, but he knew he was feeling a lot of things. It had been seven days already, and he hadn't brought back his lover and unborn child to his side. He couldn't describe the things he would love to do to his little brother for pulling such a stunt with him. All he knew was that he would torture Baxton for years till he begged death to take him away from the surface of the earth. The past week had been like playing a game of hide and seek, and his brother was sure good at it as Ocean had searched all places he knew in both his world and the human world.
