FIA
I pulled out my phone the moment I cleared the doors, my fingers fumbling with the screen as I walked. The hallway stretched ahead of me, long and lined with sentinels of the Knight Estate in their formal dress uniforms. They stood at intervals, backs straight, eyes forward. Professional.
I hit Maren's contact and pressed the phone to my ear. It rang once. Twice.
A sentinel near the next doorway noticed me. He turned slightly, his expression polite but alert.
"Miss, are you lost?"
I shook my head, still waiting for Maren to pick up. "Did you see a man pass through here? Clean shaven, in his forties or fifties?"
The sentinel nodded. "Yes, miss. A gentleman went that direction." He gestured down the hall to the left.
"Thank you."
The line clicked. "Fia?" Maren's voice came through, steady but questioning. "Did something happen?"
I started walking in the direction the sentinel had pointed, my heels clicking against the polished floor. "No. Did something happen on your end?"
