Macie's eyes widened when she got the news.
It was like millions of tiny ants were gnawing at her heart.
They were close? They had really been that close? If they had just…
She bent over, placing her palms on her knees as though she couldn't get enough air. The pain aching and pulling at her chest threatened to end her life, a light flashing before her eyes again and again.
Patriarch Nightingale hurried to help her up. It took a long while before they learned what had happened, and all of their expressions collectively became solemn.
Not long ago, the guards at a gate entrance had reported odd movement. The problem was that it wasn't a main entrance—it was a servant entrance.
Any large organization like this one would have several main entrances, on top of several smaller entrances. These smaller entrances would be used to hide certain things or move resources in and out by the load.
