Zamorra turned back around just in time to watch the man slip out of the room.
Go after him,her werewolf urged and a hit of adrenaline shot through Zamorra's body. She went to stand and Void gripped her arm.
"Where are you going?" He hissed.
"I gotta check somethin'."
She shrugged off his touch and tried to slip out of her chair discreetly. The fact she was sitting in the front row made that pretty impossible. See, this was just one of the many reasons why she hated sitting in the front row. There was no option for a quick and discreet getaway.
Thaddeus frowned and straightened his body, watching her with confusion.
She crab walked her way down the aisle, trying to make herself as small as possible and pretend people weren't staring at her like she was completely fucking crazy for getting up and leaving a Regent Meeting.
Zamorra felt a pair of powerful eyes on her again and she peered over her shoulder. Luther's dark eyes were plastered to her, red streaking through his irises. She gave him a dazzling smile.
Hurry, quick. Before we lose him,her werewolf urged and with one final look at Luther, she hustled out of the room.
Zamorra slipped through the door, wincing when it clicked loudly shut behind her. She was back in the foyer, anemptyfoyer. The creepy zombie twins were nowhere in sight and neither was the mage she was hunting.
Shit,Zamorra cursed.Gimme a little somethin'.
Power flooded her entire body and she cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders back and centering herself. She took a deep breath in, letting all the different scents fill her lungs so she could hunt for her target. The familiar scent she was looking for tickled her nose, making it twitch like a rabbit.
Left.
Her feet moved, walking towards a back exit at the very end of the building. It opened out into a side alley and she frowned, darting her head left to right.
The noise from the marketplace blasted in her ears, the booming music, loud rambunctious conversations and the seductive allure of magic all hit her at once and she winced slightly in discomfort.
She caught a glimpse of a shadow rounding a corner a few metres ahead and excitement zinged through her.
There. Go.
Zamorra sprinted forward, her footsteps not making a single sound as she chased after her prey. She snuck up to the corner and peeked around the side. A dark figure was walking briskly down the street, his head down and shoulders hunched over.
Go, go, go,her werewolf urged.
Zamorra followed, trying to keep a safe distance behind so she didn't arouse suspicion. She quickened her pace when he turned another corner, cursing silently at having lost sight of him.
She couldn't explain this overwhelming feeling she had to follow him. To talk with him. To find out exactly who he was and what he was doing with Ophelia. All she knew was that shehadto and nothing was going to stop her. It was important for some reason, she was sure of it.
Creeping like a sneaky, no good cat shifter, she ducked around the corner and quickly hid behind a large, oversized rubbish bin. It stunk like absolute shit - old rotten meat and mouldy cheese - and thanks to her heightened sense of smell, it hit her like a punch to the face.
The dark mage paced aggressively back and forth at the end of the alley, red lightning sparking around him like fireworks. Waves of his power rippled towards her and she inhaled sharply.
That's a lotaaaaaa power,Zamorra whistled and her werewolf grunted in agreement.
He muttered incoherently to himself, scratching at his skin so badly he started to draw blood. He palmed his forehead over and over again, like he was reprimanding himself for something he shouldn't have done and cursed loudly, screaming into the cold, night air.
Void.
Zamorra tensed.Huh?
"What the hell are you doing?" Void's deep voice cracked from behind and she spun, seeing her uncle towering over her with a disapproving look on his face.
She gripped his arm tightly and tugged him down. "Shh! Be quiet."
"Ow, would you-get off," he grunted, shaking her hand from his arm. "Why are you hiding out here?"