Chapter Eight
Zoran ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the dark skies through the windows of the conference room on the lower level of the palace. The fear and worry were hidden behind an iron mask of calm, just as he knew it was for his brothers.
He turned when the doors behind him opened. “Anything?” he asked in a harsh voice.
“No, the underground playground is empty,” Trelon said with a shake of his head.
“The grounds are empty as well,” Mandra snarled, stepping into the room and wiping at the water dripping down his face from the rain.
“We searched the entire area thoroughly,” Creon said, turning as Carmen and Ariel came into the room behind them.
“We’ve searched the entire palace,” Carmen said, answering Creon’s silent question. “They aren’t here.”
“Here,” Abby whi
