I was honestly curious about what Chiara planned next.
In broad daylight, well, several feet underground, surrounded by strong, powerful walls, an assassination had been attempted on Chiara. And from what I'd observed so far, she held a high position in the Vatican.
The veiled woman had been nervous back in the small chapel, but as we exited, it was like a switch had been flipped, calm returned to her entire being.
"Follow me."
The desire to make small talk as we moved blossomed in me, my eyes repeatedly going over the veiled female's form, not in lust, but in abundant curiosity.
I wondered if she was the one I had come for, and honestly, I believed she was. The only thing holding me back and giving me doubts was how easy it had been.
For someone who had been under the guidance of a high-level knight and then had her records wiped off the face of the world, I expected her to be well-hidden by the organisation that harboured her.
