Rika's Pov
All of us turned at once and the two guards at the front entrance already had their hands on their belts. A man in dark tactical clothing was pushing through the side gate with one hand gripping a woman by the upper arm and the other hand steering a small boy in front of him by the shoulder.
The woman was crying in short, breathless bursts, her long dark hair tangled and wild around her face, a simple grey dress torn at the hem and dirty at the knees, her feet in thin sandals.
The little boy beside her was maybe seven and so pretty, dark-eyed and wide-eyed, dressed in a small navy shirt and tiny trousers, and he had a leather cord necklace around his neck with a small carved pendant swinging against his chest.
The guard stopped in front of Kade and reported in a flat voice
