Aria's/Lysara's POV

I walked down the hallway hurriedly, looking back over my shoulders. I couldn't pick up her scents, and I couldn't hear her either. For a mute, she moved quite soundlessly, like she was floating in the air.

I caught her image dash into a corridor as I glanced back again. I still didn't know why the bitch Maera was snooping on me, following me around like a curse. I had tried. She was making this look more clandestine for me than I wanted it to be. Her surveillance of me ...