“Yes, you.” Ellana crossed her arms. “How did you even get in? How could a child go unnoticed by my guards?” she asked and shook her head.
“Are you lost, kid?"
His breath is caught in his throat. Lost. Lost was a good term. Green hues glanced left, then right. As if there was a way to avoid speaking with this person.
”A-ah…erm … w-well …“
A slow swallow, ”I kind’ve … slipped in b-behind a group of guards …“
