I wake up the next morning to the sound of voices in the hallway once again. I drag myself out of bed and crawl across the floor, unable to walk. I press my ear against the door and listen hard to the voices, trying to make out the words.
"We've found him," one voice says, "He is being transported here as we speak."
"No," I breathe, my voice barely able to create more than a whisper. No, no, no. They can't be talking about Robin...
"And the other boy?" I hear Master ask.
"He wasn't with him," the other man says, "We will keep looking, though, sir. We will find him soon enough and bring him here."
My heart pounds in my chest. I don't know which one they caught and which one is missing. I still don't know if Robin is safe. I don't know if he is going to be tortured because of my pa
