Sargis POV
I was halfway through sealing the third decree of the day, my fingers were smudged with wax, when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up and it was a call from Hasmik.
I smiled, the tension I didn’t realize I’d been holding easing slightly. It had been barely three hours since Narine left, but the quiet already felt like a stretch of eternity. I missed her. Missed the sound of her voice, and the curve of her frown
I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hand the phone to her,” I ordered, already imagining her reluctant smile.
“I wish I could, Sargis.”
There was hesitation in her voice
“Cut it out, Hasmik. Not in the mood.” I drawled, she was playing one of her usual dramatic games.
“I’m serious, Sargis. She whispered. “I can’t find her. I, I’ve looked everywhere, but it’s like she j
