Leandre's pulse raced as he watched Clary's ashen face. What had happened to her in such a short amount of time? He was about to inquire when Clary abruptly withdrew her hand from his and regained her composure to normal. With her friends sitting nearby and her pesky driver keeping a hawk-like eye on her, Leandre didn't want to add any more stress to her already frazzled state, so he decided to remain silent.
He turned to Myra's mother and asked. "Do you have the guide's number?"
"No," Myra's mother said, her voice trembling with fear. "I only know his name is John," She continued, tears streaming down her face. "I am scared that something terrible might have happened to my daughter." She looked imploringly at Leandre as if he were the key to Myra's safety. "Please, tell me she will be okay."
"Don't worry, Aunty," Clary held her hand, assuring her. "Myra will come back to you safe and sound."