CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN
“What?!” The cloak in my hand falls to the ground in shock.
“What do you mean it’s dead?!” I demand, walking around the side of the bed to to face him.
“It’s gone, Sarah,” Lucas says, his voice tight, and I can tell that he’s holding back his emotions. “That barrier she had around the place is missing. I walked through the santuary. Her garden is dead, all her herbs wilted. Her cottage has been abandoned. I-“
He swallows, not in fear, but in pain, “Somebody ransacked the place. Somebody - Aliya protected that place. Even when she wasn’t there, the shield never-“
He almost sounds distraught and I have to force my own worry and panic down, “You didn’t find her?”
“No.”
“Maybe she got in trouble and went to the Night Stalker Tribe to receive help,” I’m trying to be optimistic here but Lucas speaks the thought that’s running through my head.
“If she was in danger, we are closer to her. She would’ve come here, Sarah. You know that.”