Aiden forced himself to remain calm, though the anger bubbling beneath the surface was clear in his tight expression. He knelt down to Millie's level, his voice soft despite the storm inside him. "Can you tell me where your friends are?"
Millie looked up at him, her small, innocent eyes filled with hope. "They're in a house... but it's made of metal bars."
The air around Aiden shifted, darkening as his hand clenched the nearby wall. Crack. The stone buckled slightly under his grip, but he didn't let go, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. "A house... made of metal bars," he repeated slowly, as if trying to absorb the weight of her words. He took a deep breath to calm his rising rage. "What else, Millie?"
