Kenna’s POV
“What the…” I whisper in confusion, spinning around slowly to take in the sight behind me.
My mouth drops open in complete shock.
It’s broad daylight. Masses of people swarm the streets. Human tourists and locals alike are going about their business like normal.
Yet here I stand, in the middle of a foreign city, having no idea how the hell I ended up here.
“Elena said that he is in the cafe on the corner of the street. We have to move.” Ivan says firmly, his eyes examining me with concern.
“Kenna, are you-“
“I’m fine. Let’s go.” I answer assuredly, shaking off the stabbing pain in my temple.
He nods his head and charges up the sidewalk, going against the endless stream of humans coming our way.
“ It's got to be this one up here.” Ivan states, pointing his fing
