Erik had been slipping through the temple's shadowed halls for hours, searching every corridor and every corner for Beau.
He had seen other boys about his age, but no matter who he asked, no one had heard of Beau. From Rey's description, he hadn't seen anyone that even remotely resembled him.
Frustration burnt in his chest as the hours bled away; he started to wonder if perhaps his informant had been wrong about the boy's whereabouts.
At last, he decided to head back to check on Rey. He needed to make sure she was safe, but just as he slipped into the outer passage of the building he'd left her, a hand shot out of the darkness, dragging him into an arched alcove.
He stiffened, ready to fight, until he saw the familiar cloak.
The informant.
"You shouldn't be here," the figure rasped,
