The café bell almost broke off when Cress barged in. Kate dropped the chalkboard she was hanging on the wall. The chalk rolled across the floor and bumped into Cress’s boot and the board hit the floor with a clang. “Where is he? Did he come back here?!” Cress asked through a strained growl that reminded Kate of a struck puppy. She abandoned the chalkboard. “Who?” “Mor!” Cress shouted his name. It echoed through the café.
