Lucrezia went cold.
Vaeron.
They were going to summon Vaeron—and probably the others as well.
The thought should have frightened her more than anything else.
If he found her in this state, what would he think? Would he recognise the strange power moving through her? Would he understand what she had been trying to conceal?
He had already discovered more about her than she wished him to know. He was observant in ways that made lying to him feel like standing beneath a blade.
His silences were often more unnerving than questions, and the way he watched her sometimes left her with the uncomfortable impression that he was waiting for her to reveal something she did not even realise she was hiding.
If he learned the truth—
Lucrezia pushed away from the wall.
She could not let him see her. Not like this.
She turned towards the nearest passage and continued walking, though the effort had become almost unbearable.
The castle seemed endless.
