Natalia
My chair scrapes against the wooden floor as I shoot to my feet.
I round the table, approching the man. Cardan turns his head, witnessing something obviously frantic in my expression. He stops me right in my tracks, wrapping an arm around my waist when he’s deemed me too close to the man standing not too far from him.
“Where are they?” I question, my nails digging into Cardan’s arm, “Have you seen them? Are they alright?”
The man watches me with wide eyes, now looking even more uncomfortable than he did his entire time here. “I don’t know.” He says, “I haven’t seen them.”
“Then how the f**k are you even sure of what you’re saying?” Cardan’s arm tightens around me, “If you haven’t laid eyes on them then how do you know they’re even the kids you’re looking for?”
“There are no
