Neveah slowed her breathing to a near still to conceal her presence. Half the study was packed with towering shelves and she had quickly found herself a hiding place. A confrontation would do her no good at the moment.
Thankfully, the shelves stood floor to ceiling and there were many small spaces to squeeze into and wait it out.
From there, she watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened, someone stepped in.
Red robes, a strange tassel dangling from his belt and the smell of lavender and foreign spices.
It was Karan. Unsurprisingly so.
Neveah had been rightly wary of crossing paths with the physician. Other than Alessio, he was the one she was most wary of.
Though Karan appeared to be servile to Alessio, Neveah knew there was more to him than he let on. Something well hidden, perhaps even from Alessio.
