Chapter 12. Need Help

Aria’s POV

It's been over a week, yet we haven't met the people May said would help us find our parents.

"I'm starving," Jerry groaned for the umpteenth time today. His stomach growled right then, as if to back up his statement.

Sue was fast asleep in the corner, and the little girl that delivered our food was late.

I opened the wooden door and walked out. A short distance away, there were two women by a fire. They had a large pot over it. One was cutting up meat, while the other poured spices from several bottles into the pot. A small, dust-covered boy firmly held onto the cloth of one woman. He turned to look at me. The first thing I noticed were his eyes—a surging dark violet shade. It reminded me of a lurking beast. I scoffed at my imagination.

I looked at the pot. It seems breakfast will be late. I turned away to explore the camp, but most importantly, to find May. But for some reason, I felt a gaze that sent shivers up my