I didn't realize I was holding for my breath, clutching tightly onto Ethan's shirt as I foreknew the old man's answer. I was praying silently while shaking my head, begging not to tell where our location was. One wrong word, and both of us are dead by now.

Ethan was gripping tightly on my waist, but I could discern the tension in his palms. His heart was pounding clangorously, and his eyebrows were formed into a straight line. He gritted his jaw, preserving his breath. He was nervous, and at the same time, he was pushing himself to be valiant in case something went wrong. He would be here for...