Vicker appeared in the garden. He clenched his jaw as he thought of the words he was going to say to Larson, instead of beating him into helping him. He turned and walked to the door, but then stopped when he saw Mystic and some of the guards walking through the door.
“She usually comes in here,” she said, looking around the garden. “Go search for her,” she commanded the guards, looking terrified. Vicker froze, knowing she wouldn’t look like that without a reason. His eyes fell on the door waiting to see Mae walk in, but she didn’t. Mystic saw him standing there. She rushed to him. “Have you seen my sister?” she asked, clutching his hands. Fear bubbled inside him, turning him cold.
“Where...?” he began, but he didn’t know what to ask her. Mae was fine when he left. They slept in each o
