Noah's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood, his movements sudden enough to draw glances from those around him.
The nobles seated at his table blinked in surprise, murmuring among themselves, but he ignored them completely.
That energy, that cold, crawling sensation threading through his veins, he knew it too well to mistake.
It had only brushed against his senses for a second, faint as smoke, but it was hers. Lady in Dark.
He scanned the hall, eyes flicking from one corner to the next.
Around the hall, no one else seemed to have sensed the same thing as him. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to register it. After all, they hadn't met Lady in Dark that night.
Things continued as usual. The courtiers laughed, the servants wove through the crowd with trays of food and wine, and the musicians played soft melodies near the dais.
But Noah wasn't looking at any of it.
He stretched his senses, searching for that faint distortion in mana again.
