CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Chronos’ eyebrows crashed down. “Last night?”
His subordinate nodded. “Yes, Master Chronos. One of the villagers came just now to tell us and seek help. There are so many afflicted that they are having difficulties guiding them into their homes.”
A dark cloud settled on Chronos’ brow before he turned to us. “It seems your tour of the Vault must wait.”
Ros frowned at the master. “I expect that tour to be available when we get back.”
Chronos lifted an eyebrow. “Get back?”
Ros looked down at me and pursed his lips. “We could help.”
I smiled up at him and set my hand on his. “I want to help.”
A crooked grin slipped onto his lips. “I thought you’d say that.” He pressed a light kiss on my forehead before he looked back to Chronos. “We’ll go with you to the vil
