Brandon was going out of his mind. They searched the entire city for days, but there was no sign of Lyra. His parents’ explanation for why he felt her in the house was that whoever took her, probably did it moments before Brandon got upstairs.
The guard had given them all of the information he could remember. Four guys with their faces covered and a scent he didn’t know. He was in the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and the young lady had already gone to bed. Her parents were still downstairs and most of the servants were just waiting for them to retire for the night, when the four men burst through the back door.
They were completely covered from head to toe, which meant nobody would be able to identify any physical attributes, and only one of them spoke the entire time. Whoever took Ly
