"Maybe the council runs a silver mine on the side," Dennis offered dryly. "Councilmen by day, black-market dealers by night."
Lucas looked up at him, half-laughing, half-weeping. "You're joking?! Right now?!"
"I joke when I'm terrified. Keeps the heart rate steady," Dennis said, sitting down again, the chains clinking. "Our people will come, Lucas. Just be patient."
Lucas exhaled. "When?" he rasped, shoulders sagging. "When are they going to realise we're missing?"
Then he glared at Dennis. "And how the fuck are you so calm? Seriously, are you on meds?!"
Dennis leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed. "Someone has to be calm, Lucas."
"You're unbelievable," Lucas growled, pacing as far as the chains would let him. "They took your mate! At least Ava has a chance of staying alive! But Zoe?"
He slammed his fist against the wall again.
"Because of you, you supercilious fool!" Dennis exploded. "Because… I know you!"
