Annabelle pulled the hoodie cap more firmly around her head, weaving through the crowded streets of Acadia.

She glanced around, half-expecting to see Dante’s men lurking in the shadows, ready to drag her back.

As the night darkened against the glaring lights of diners, clubs and many establishments she passed, Annabelle thought hard about what she could do to find her sister.

Thoughts like printing posters to paste on walls came to her mind and she discarded them immediately. Maybe it would have been easy to do such a thing in Stoneraine, but here in Acadia, she was sure it would either go unnoticed or she would get arrested.

“Arrested!”...