The sky grew darker, and Zephyr Mercer, waiting in the Fourth District, began to worry.
'She's still not back. Did something happen to Paige Summers?!'
Earlier, Aunt Cynthia had contacted him. She said Paige had given the slip to the guards she'd sent for secret protection and had disappeared, asking if he knew where she was. She sounded panicked, and from the sound of it, she was on the verge of launching a massive search.
Normally, it wasn't his place to interfere, but thinking of Aunt Cynthia's relationship with Paige, he had to offer some comfort. He suggested she wait a bit longer, lest she accidentally interrupt Paige if she was on an important errand. He also promised to notify her first if he heard anything.
He said this because he subconsciously felt that Paige wouldn't appreciate Aunt Cynthia's methods.
Aunt Cynthia had heeded his advice, but his own confidence was dwindling.
