He turned and quickly walked off without another word. The others followed suit, one by one, quietly disappearing into the street, leaving behind only hushed whispers and uneasy glances.
Within moments, the crowd was gone.
Now it was just Emma and Sir Conner.
Emma stared at the road where Zane had vanished, her chest still heavy. Her voice trembled slightly as she turned to him.
"Will… will everything be alright?"
Sir Connor's gaze remained steady as he looked at Emma. "He'll be fine," he said softly, his tone firm but gentle. "Zane will come back home safely. You have my word."
Emma looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. She didn't want comforting words. She wanted facts—something real to hold onto. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice quiet but laced with worry. "They had guns. They surrounded us. They didn't even let him give me his phone."
