Behind him, Julian's voice cracked through the vaulted hallway like a whip. "An assassin! Protect the envoy! Seal the treasury! Catch that thief!"
Jared risked a backward glance. Torches spilled light over Julian as the Manor Lord marshaled arriving guards, barking orders with full conviction, yet a flicker of something sly flicked through the older man's eyes before it vanished behind duty.
Jared's own body cut through archways and side corridors, gliding past rockeries and covered walks, his steps soundless, his pulse drumming fast but steady.
He chose every turn, every carved screen, to break Mr. Clive's line of sight and to force the envoy's senses to chase echoes instead of facts.
The shroud of chaotic force tucked his presence into a wrinkle of silence. Only the single faint trace Mr. Clive had marked kept the envoy from losing him altogether.
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