About two-thirds the way up the bell tower stairs, I stopped, gripping the railing as a strange sensation ran through me. It wasn't quite fear, but it was fear-adjacent. It was something I had experienced in the past, the early days of my time in the capital, while I was still getting a feel for who I wanted to be and how I would reach that goal. It was the classic feeling of being observed without your consent, the helpless feeling of not knowing where the eyes were, but knowing that they were watching your every move.
"Anyone else getting a bad feeling?" Nythera whispered.
Vance let out a slow breath. "Yeah. And I don't like it."
