MISSING

"Evandros," Megara yelled in a panic state when she saw him running away. Her grip constricted on the hilt of her sword. She knew this day would come but never anticipated it to come this soon. He is not yet prepared for these hostile black lashes. He is too delicate for them.

A 'tsk' escaped her lips as she was about to proceed after him but Marco held her wrist, pulling her back. She turned to look at him and found him shaking his head.

"Don't. First, complete your task." He said and Megara passed him a narrow gaze. "No, he must be so scared. I'm pretty sure he needs someone besides him." She said with concern dripping with each word of hers. She attempted to free her wrist but he constricted his hold.

"And are you the only one who should be beside him? Is he your obligation? Don't make him rely on you too much." He said he sounded profound which was very infrequent.

But what he said ticked something inside her.

He was right but...

"Look, I know you are worried about him but you a