“Tell me who you are,” the man repeats. The woman behind him touches her hand lightly to his shoulder as she brushes past him.
“Rael,no,” he says through gritted teeth. When she ignores him, he growls and follows.
Rael's eyes fall to my necklace, and she throws out her hand against the man, stumbling backward and fighting for breath. He catches her, then looks at me with suspicion. But his face blanches when he sees what undid his wife.
Stepping toward me slowly, tears begin to course down his pale cheeks. His green eyes grapple on mine.
“Have you seen our daughter—and our son?”
The woman, strangely familiar, recovers and walks up to me with lurching steps. She reaches out shaking fingers, sucking in a sharp breath as she rests them on the pendant.
“Have you seen Wehna?”