Lucien rode his horse down the dusty road. He was on a mission, following the fresh horse prints he had seen leading away from the house.
They must have gone to the city.
Each mile he road felt like ten miles. He had to get to Blaise as fast as possible, for he was in danger!
Arriving at the outskirts of the city, Lucien slowed his horse down but did not dismount. He approached the bustling streets, his gaze scanning the faces of the townsfolk as he sought any sign of Blaise or Raphael.
They probably wouldn't be walking around the streets at this hour of the morning, Lucien thought, but surely someone would've seen them.
He approached a woman carrying a basket of flowers.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Lucien called out, reining in his horse. "I'm looking for a young man with dirty blonde hair, very handsome face. He's probably with a man with brown hair down to his waist. Both are quite pale. Have you seen him around?"
