Then another sound reached us. More footsteps. This time they were armored.
A pair of mansion guards rounded the corner.
I quickly straightened my posture while the old man lowered his sword beneath his cloak. Ravelle discreetly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth before folding her arms as if she had simply been standing there the whole time.
The guards slowed their pace, looking between the three of us.
Nobody spoke.
I met their eyes without flinching.
After a few seconds, they continued walking past us, apparently deciding nothing looked suspicious enough to question.
The old man watched them disappear before letting out a quiet breath.
"Let's just go, Rav."
Ravelle clenched her jaw. "But…"
"Let's. Just. Go."
She bit her lip in frustration before finally nodding. "Fine."
The two of them turned their backs and headed toward the staircase, disappearing down the hall without another glance.
