Jaessa POV
My muscles ache as I sit perched in this tree, but I cannot even twitch for fear of giving away my position. Despite the last few months of training and my incredible endurance development, crouching in the same position takes on a whole different level of fatigue. Somewhere in the near distance, at ground level, is Travis, Matthew and Trystan, I can sense them due to our connection, but thanks to my new talent of drafting a masking potion, no one else should be able to detect our presence. I’m beginning to wonder if this was all a test in itself to place me in a damn tree.
A rustling in the underbrush draws my attention and my supernatural vision aids me in making out the figures of two large males coming together for a slave hand-off - the two targets of our operation.
