4
Destiny
I heard his quick footsteps toward the closed door and his nearly silent cursing. He could not follow. Too many patrols on the lower levels of the building. He was not a cleric. Not one of us. Well, I wasn’t really one either, but after all this time in hiding, pretending to be one, I felt like I’d earned the title. Besides, he had no uniform and would stand out—not only because he looked like a s*x god on long, muscled legs, but he was dressed like a queen’s guardsman.
I moved like a shadow and slipped into another room within seconds, the door unlocked. It closed behind me without so much as a whisper of sound.
Crazy caveman. Despite the risks of not leaving the way he snuck in, through the window and down the trellis, I heard him open the elder’s door and step into the hal
