Ilaria stood pressed against the cold stone of the archway, her breath hitching as she watched the two figures silhouetted against the grey sky. From this distance, their voices were nothing more than a low, rhythmic hum, but the atmosphere was thick and heavy with a tension that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.
Search? The word had caught the wind, drifting to her like a stray spark. What were they searching for? Or rather, who? Her mind raced, cataloguing the strange fragments she had gathered since arriving in Noctharis. And the healers… the mention of Caelwyn. If the expertise of her own people was not enough to satisfy Levan, what exactly was he fighting?
She retreated further behind the safety of the wall, her fingers tracing the velvet of the folder.
