Chapter 409

Chapter 409:

I was tired of crying and felt sick already. Kael had become unreachable. I couldn’t help but fear that something terrible was happening beyond my knowledge.

I felt so alone and in the dark here. The world might be burning out there and I wouldn’t even know.

There was no more food at home. I’d been starving since morning and needed to go out to find something to eat. Maybe I’d also get information on Jace.

Fortunately for me, he had left some cash behind.

I dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, and a cap. Then I left the house for the first time and kept walking until I came across the first store. Jace would kill me if he knew I left the house. Well, it was night. Maybe nobody would see me.

I kept my head down as I walked into the store. It was a little crowded, making me uncomfortable. Thankfully, none of them were paying attention to me.

I grabbed a basket, then proceeded to pick what I wanted from the shelves. I was as fast as I could be.

I noticed some men arguing around me. For a moment, I was scared they were talking about me.

Come on, Lyric; not everything is about you.

I tore my gaze away and proceeded to the counter to get my items checked.

“The weather’s pretty cold, huh?” the man at the counter said.

“Yeah p>

He focused on scanning my items. Seeing that he looked friendly…

“Um… would you happen to have seen my friend the day before p>

He gave me a furrowed look. “A lot of people come in here, you know. You’d have to be a little more specific p>

I went ahead and described Jace.

“I think he comes in a few times. He’s quite funny. But I’m not sure I saw him two days ago p>

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Every shred of hope I had vanished into thin air.

“What? He suddenly went missing p>

“Yeah. Um… I just went to his place and couldn’t find him. Don’t know what happened p>

“You should probably take up the matter, then p>

I noticed movement in the store—people coming and going. I didn’t fail to look at every one of them, and that was how I knew when they entered. My blood turned to ice at the sight of the Executioners coming in. It was hard to miss a man like Cole.

I gasped and quickly looked away, wanting to hide my face from them. When I carefully looked again, I found them talking to some of the men in the store, showing them a picture. They were looking for me.

“Your total bill is fifty-three bucks, ma’am,” the man said.

But I was barely listening to him.