Chapter Sixty Two: I Want My Son Back

Vulcan's POV

I sat upright, my eyes still shut, as my head throbbed, trying to pinpoint the source of the loud bang. At first, I thought it was coming from the door—or somewhere else—only to realize it was pounding inside my own skull.

"What the hell did those bastards put in my drink?" I muttered, massaging my temples as I groggily opened my eyes.

Memories of last night came flooding back. I remembered being in control, not overly drunk when they both agreed to come here with me.

But now, they were nowhere to be found. The room was as empty and silent as if no one had been in it at all.

"Hello?"

Maybe one had stepped out and the other was washing up, or perhaps they were both in the bathroom.

"Hello? You in there?" My voice trailed off, met only by pressing silence.