The moon shun bright and the cool breeze of winter blew across the city of Aket. Annette sat outside Vendrick's home staring at the moon. She couldn’t sleep at all, all she could think about was Byron… she wondered how he was doing right now. If whoever kidnapped him was like Claw and Seer, she couldn’t imagine what he’d be going through. She shut her eyes and rubbed her hand against her temple feeling frustrated.
“You should be resting sweetheart” Vendrick walked out behind her with two cups of hot coffee in his hands, he walked over to her and sat by her handing her one the cups. Annette took the cup and wrapped her hands around it for warmth staring into the steam coming out of the cup as it bit against her face. “You okay?” he stared at her and she sighed turning to face him.
“Should
