"Secrets taste better when steeped in tea and deadlier when sipped with a smile."
I was good at tailing people, and I was a Blackthorne member after all. But the Seeress? She was good at pretending she did not notice. Which, in my book, was worse. After I left her in the corridors, I chose to remain in the shadows and tail her.
Most people fidget when they sense eyes on their backs. They twitch. Scratch their neck. Speed up their pace, but her stride was smooth as silk, silver hair catching the dim light of the torches as she glided down the corridor, tracing invisible threads of power with her fingers. If she knew I was there, and I was certain she did not let on. I shadowed her anyway. What's life without a little danger? When she finally pushed open the door to her chambers, light spilled across the floor, lanterns glowing against tapestries stitched with storms, spirals and moons.
