Callista's eyes narrowed, and she rushed to the door. The door was pushed open. Her gaze darted around, trying to catch a glimpse of who was at the door.
The hallway was empty. There wasn't a single soul in sight. Callista would have been fooled that no one was here.
But the air was heavy. She felt it, lingering, like smoke after fire. Someone had been there, they used magic to mask their presence before they left. Someone had listened.
She panicked. How much had the person heard?
Her fingers tightened around the handle as a low hum of energy buzzed in her ears. She stepped out, walking briskly, her eyes scanning the dim corridor.
A soft shuffle echoed ahead. Fleeting footsteps.
Without hesitation, Callista took off, her footsteps light but swift against the cold marble floor. Her instincts screamed. Whoever had been there wasn't just eavesdropping, they had a purpose.
