Melisa pressed herself against the wagon wheel, holding her breath. Heavy footsteps approached.
"Probably just a rat," one of the darians said. "This place is crawling with them."
"Check anyway."
[Fuck fuck fuck.]
The footsteps got closer. Melisa's mind raced through spell options. She could try the invisibility spell, but it took too long to cast. Fire shield would give away her position. Maybe if she—
"Blood Sister returns!"
The shout echoed across the camp. The approaching footsteps stopped.
"Already? The patrol wasn't supposed to—"
"She's injured. Get the healers!"
All thoughts of investigating suspicious noises forgotten, the darians rushed away. Melisa stayed frozen for another heartbeat before scrambling out from behind the wagon.
[Injured? Who did they fight?]
Whatever the case, she was absolutely going to take the convenient timing.
