Chapter 3

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-Beckham-

Once I landed solidly on the ground, I broke out in a run. I had no clue where I was going, but I knew I couldn't sit still. However, I tripped over something on the ground and fell flat on my face.

"Oh man, that must've hurt," I heard someone laugh. Sitting up and holding my forehead, I looked around. Chanson and Cowyn must have stayed behind when we left, and Chanson was smirking in my direction.

"What are you doing back here?" Cowyn asked, concerned. It was obvious Chanson had given the first remark.

"I'm looking for Laelyn," I mumbled, standing up and dusting myself off. "She was taken by-"

I stopped short when I realized what I'd tripped over. There, on the ground, was a red converse sneaker - the exact one Laelyn had been wearing. I whipped around, looking in every direction for the man who I now firmly believed was another demon.

"Lyn was-?" Chanson panicked, before I cut him off.

"Where did he go? Did you see him? And where is she?" I asked angrily.

"You're throwing out a lot of pronouns and not many specifics," Cowyn commented warily. I took a deep breath to calm down and directed my attention away from Chanson - he wasn't helping my anger - and onto Cowyn.

"The second Jaycen was done explaining, some demon guy took her!" I said, still too emotional to think.

"Who the hell is Jaycen?" Chanson asked. I rolled my eyes.

"A friend of my sister's, apparently. And he knows way too much about me and Laelyn, but that doesn't matter right now! Where did the demon go?!" I shouted.

"Beck, we didn't see anyone, honest." Cowyn promised, raising his hands to show he meant no harm.

"How could she have passed you without you seeing her?" I wondered aloud.

"How do you know she was here?" Chanson asked. I sighed in annoyance.

"Her shoe, idiot," I replied. Okay, calm down, I told myself. However, I didn't listen.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Chanson exploded, louder than I'd responded. I balled my hands into fists and walked up to him, ready to release my anger-

"Guys, stop!" Cowyn said. "If we want to find Laelyn, we're going to have to work together. What's your problem with each other anyway?" I thought about it, unable to reply, but nonetheless refused to back down. Chanson and I stared intensely at one another, daring each other to make a move, until finally Chanson looked away and stepped back. I smirked, proud.

Just as I was about to say something I'd regret, I heard a gasp behind me. I spun around to see Jaycen, Isaac, Mason, and a wide-eyed Grace. Jaycen smiled politely and waved, the others standing in an awkward silence until Grace looked up at me.

"This is... Another dimension?" She asked, in awe.

Cowyn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who's that?" He asked. "And who's that?" He asked again, seeing Jaycen and his outlandish Knight outfit. I decided not to respond, watching Jaycen inspect the area. He noticed the shoe and slowly approached Cowyn and Chanson.

"Have you seen Karma?" He asked calmly.

"Karma?" Chanson repeated. "That's not really something you can see-"

"It's different," Cowyn laughed. Jaycen shook his head.

"You'd be surprised how similar they really are," he muttered darkly, a drastic change from his tone earlier.

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