The morning sun had risen properly when Aria finally walked out of the human quarters,

Her brows were furrowed and her eyes narrowed. Anyone who saw her could tell how worried she actually was. Besides her, Rose walked slowly, the human weaver also lost in her thoughts.

Aria stopped the moment she reached the arch that separated the human quarters and the clawhold. Her guards were still standing there, their gaze narrowed, and their hands placed at their hips.

Rose smiled as she ...