Zane POV
I spent the morning mildly irritated at myself at how often checked my phone to see if Sarah would call again. I contemplated sending Ollie out to wait at the gate, but sanity prevailed, barely.
By lunch, I was getting concerned, and by dinner I was downright worried. I put the girls to sleep with promises that I was going to go myself and bring their goddess-mother home, and Ollie was obviously going to ask me about going to the Luna Temple so late when he looked more closely at my expression and obeyed my direction without comment.
Seething but (hopefully) stoically, I sat in the car as he navigated the half-hour journey to the temple gate. However, when we got there, it was not only locked but also unattended.
“Pull over to the turnabout,” I told Ollie. He did and parked. I
