He sent Jent to find her, the worry beating in his heart.
When the computer genius returned with the news that no one was at the library and it looked like she had just been there but left in haste, Dallen could feel the dred beating in him.

Just as the worst that could happen to her entered his mind there was an incoming video call on Jent's computer.
He was hesitant to answer, but after Jent's reassurence that all the technology was in place so their signal could not be tracked, he answered.

The face of the organization he had broken from's leader appeared on the screen. In the back ground he could hear the muffled cries of a woman.

"Shut her up already!" his old boss exclaimed.

There was a knocking sound and the cry stopped.

"What do you want." Dallen demanded, a deep scowl on his face.

The old leader smiled in a way that would make any sane person's blood turn cold. "I suggest a trade.."
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He had Tylorie, the evil monster had taken her right from underneath his nose.

There was no way he wanted to trade himself for her freedom, but when he thought of what they could do to her... he would do anything.

They would torture him for breaking off, keep him for their own sick pleasures. But if Tylorie was safe he would be willing.

The place of the trade was set, the next day in the mid of night. That night Dallen fell asleep with memories of her cries.

Jent warned against it,
"What does Jent know of anything! He's just worried about his own safety." were the thoughts Dallen had when his authority was questioned.

He never thought that his old orginazation could be lying, he should have known better.