It's been six days since that night—the night when Ayra began her grueling training with Clotilde to master the Shadowshaper form of her Innatus.
And yet, I still haven't heard a word about my mistress.
Nothing at all.
Only silence.
As if the situation weren't unbearable already, Clotilde has been completely unyielding, forbidding me from attending the training she put her sister through.
According to her, I would only get in the way. And considering the strange bond that ties me to my mistress, it would be better for my mental and emotional health to remain ignorant of what Ayra has to endure.
Every time I recall Clotilde's words, a shiver of terror runs down my spine at the thought of what Ayra might be going through right now.
I don't even want to imagine it…
But that's not what troubles me the most.
