Gabriel pov
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I rapped my fist over the tent, trying to make some noise. And I succeeded but there wasn't a single voice confirming my knock.
I narrowed my eyes and searched deeper. The sounds and snores that might accompany someone sleeping. The slight patter of someone moving around or even just trying to stand still. Nothing.
Nothing? Was she gone? Maybe she had logged out. I shrugged and turned to Georg. He shrugged his shoulders and stayed quiet. He was the one that wanted Charlotte, something about a strategy meeting.
I scowled at him before finally raising my voice. "Charlotte?" I called into her tent but there wasn't a single noise. Again, nothing.
Georg shrugged again.
"Don't look at me." He deflected. "I haven't heard about her going anywhere."
"Fine."
