Third Person's POV
But while Virelle was distracted, another presence was not as somewhere within the shadows, an indistinct figure cloaked in secrecy watched him intently.
Her gaze tracked every subtle motion and every faint shift in his expression, with a patience that was honed over the years.
Her concealment was so profound that even with Ethan's honed instincts and long-forgotten experience, not the faintest suspicion stirred within him as he was not able to sense her at all.
Beneath the folds of her pale cloak, the woman's lips curled in a faintly mocking smile as she observed his easy charm toward women.
In her mind, she had already placed him into a neat little category, and it wasn't a flattering one.
She could have walked past the barrier with the same effortless stride as the senior students without the blue semicircular barrier detecting her, but chose not to, as tomorrow would be far more… entertaining if she stayed.
