SAGE
Did he think he could escape me?
The thought alone made me smile as I stepped out of the hall, my gown swishing softly around my legs.
King Adam, cool, collected, stiff as a rod—walking away as though he could distance himself from what was already tugging at him. Men like him always thought they could run from fire, when all they did was trail sparks behind them.
I held back a chuckle, finding the path where he had treaded upon just minutes ago.
Escape from my plans? Not at all. Dora would have avoided them, would have avoided talking with them, would have probably traveled somewhere else…
But I was Sage. I ran from no one, hid from no one; never giving up until the mission is complete.
The attention I had gathered during the dances in the hall a few seconds ago had been glorious, the music intoxicating, the stares worth every breath I took.
