I stood, heart picking up pace, and motioned for them to stay back. "I'll check it out. Could be a messenger or something."
"Or those Rogues from earlier coming with a vengeance," Isobel chimed.
"Don't sound so excited…" I groaned, making for the door.
Another knock. Polite, almost hesitant. I unlatched the peephole, peering out. Moonlight spilled across the porch, illuminating a figure in silver armor that caught the light like liquid mercury.
Meredith. Meredith the–... no. She was Meredith Weston now. Still just a Paladin recruit, not experienced enough in the Order to be granted her Title, not yet bonded with the Life Warden who gave her the Title she'd been known by.
My breath caught as I looked at her. She stood there with a suitcase in her hand, looking equal parts determined and awkward, her silver hair tousled in slight curls that framed her face, green eyes locking onto mine through the slot.
