"She won't get mad at me for a little professional observation, right?" he mused, a dark smile playing on his lips.
He decided to forgo the library. The living mystery in front of him was far more enticing than dusty scrolls.
Thomas began to tail her, utilising the "shadow-weaving" nature of his power. He kept a distance of fifty paces, moving only when she moved, his feet making no sound on the cracked pavement. Almost immediately, he noticed something that confirmed his suspicions: Lucy wasn't just walking; she was performing a high-level counter-surveillance route.
She doubled back through a narrow alleyway. She stopped in front of a shop window for three minutes, using the reflection to scan the street behind her. She took a zig-zag path through a crowded market, ducking behind a fruit stall only to emerge on the opposite side.
"She's trying to lose a tail," Thomas noted, his heart racing. "A naive girl doesn't know how to clear her 'six.' What are you hiding, Lucy?"
