Kain left the coffeehouse apart from Airalai with a deliberately casual stride, but Bea was already extending her Pale Thought Field around his vicinity. In its range, microscopic splits spontaneously formed inside the minds of pedestrians passing by.
Outwardly, they all looked like ordinary citizens walking home at dusk. In truth, each carried a tiny Bea-split, quietly feeding impressions back to Kain. Through their borrowed senses he confirmed there were no unusual eyes on him, no one tailing. And no, Kain didn't feel as though he was being needlessly paranoid. What gnawed at him was the chance that Airalai—or someone from her organization—might try to follow him to discover the orphanage's new location. He meant to make sure that never happened.
