CHAPTER TWELVE
Oliver stared into Ralph’s eyes in disbelief. “The Orb of Kandra has been stolen?”
Ralph was still panting very fast. He nodded, his expression panic-stricken. His skin was pale and clammy, clearly from the effects of traveling through time to get here.
“Take a seat,” Esther instructed him. “You look like you have travel sickness.”
Ralph sank onto the bench and dropped his head in his hands. Oliver and Esther sat, too, taking up a spot either side of him, facing toward the Charles and the reflection of street lamps sparkling in the river’s black surface. They exchanged a worried glance over Ralph’s arched back.
“Start from the beginning,” Oliver said to Ralph.
Ralph straightened up, staring into the churning waters of the river. His eyes darted all over the place as if
