Gianna raised her head from Chelsea's shoulder when old Mr. Thorne stepped into Spider's cottage.
She took in his grave countenance at a glance and knew, instantly, that whatever news was about to come from his mouth wouldn't be what she wanted to hear.
"There are no tracks of him…"
Gianna shut her eyes and returned her head to its previous position on Chelsea's left shoulder, the latter who had been roused from sleep by the commotion that had ensued at Gianna's declaration an hour ago.
Gianna felt abashed—angry even more—when she remembered how she had found safety in Zane's arms, willingly, without much fuss, without any resistance.
How could her body betray her that much?
