Noah took the letter and looked down. James standing behind Kirra with his hand possessively on her shoulders was making him a little self-conscious. He was missing Hazel. They had not gotten intimate yet, but every act of love witnessed by him would pull up Hazel's image in his mind's eye.
“The updates from the kidnappers are bad. Please ask Hazel to pass this letter on to her captors as soon as she meets them.” Kirra looked lost in thought as she spoke to Noah.
“What is it, Angel?” James asked with a voice full of concern. He could feel the restlessness and detachment in her.
“I have this nagging feeling that we are missing something. I can’t point it out, yet it is lingering in my psyche,” she frowned, "I feel there is something inside my head that is important and has some bearing
