“I need to see to my ship,” Reza reminded him.
He guided Eduard out of the flow of traffic, away from the frantic people pushing and shoving their way into the wilderness as if trying to distance themselves from the disaster. Behind him, a small stone structure emerged from the mist—one of the guard posts that rimmed the town’s outermost boundary. The door stood open, the post abandoned. Reza deposited Eduard in the doorway. “I’ll just be a moment,” he promised. “I’d rather you waited here—”
“No.” Eduard gripped at Reza’s shirt, eyes wide, and shook his head for added emphasis. “Reza, don’t leave me.”
Reza gave him an indulgent smile—the same look Eduard suspected his wife had seen when he himself had left her earlier. How would Reza find him again? In the darkness and chaos that reigne
