In a massive bedroom, empty save for all the furniture, on the edge of the king-size bed, sat Lane, his knee moving up and down in a quick, short, nervous way. He was staring blankly at the wall, his face expressionless, quite unlike his chaotic mind.
It's been HOURS. Hours since the dungeon break started. Hours since 'Oscar' fainted. Hours since he parted with Damien. Since his father caught him, and since his cousins dragged him to the Allen family's mansion…
Oscar was still alive. The connection between them remained, so Lane could tell that much without a doubt. But, that was about all he knew. Where was he, what was he doing, how was Damien…
Did Oscar wake up already?
Lane had no idea.
