I slammed my hand against the TV screen. “No! I didn’t see him. I couldn’t find him.”The news anchor started talking again. The still photo of me was up in the corner of the picture. Underneath the photo, in bright yellow letters, were the words, “Who is Madeline Black?”“Shut the TV off,” Jude said.“Maybe they’ll show the message again,” I said, my eyes glued to the screen, willing the newscaster to show me that precious few seconds again so that I could see whether J.B. was there, whether J.B. had been captured.“Shut it off,” Jude repeated.I felt his hands on my shoulders, prying me away from the screen. “J.B.,” I said.Jude turned me to face him. “You don’t know that he’s there.”“I can’t leave any of them there, but especially not him,” I said.“You cannot be considering acquiescing to Therion’s demands,” Nathaniel said. “You said yourself that if the vampires had what they wanted, then they would have no motivation to withdraw.”“That was before I found out they were holding Agents hostage,”
