Contessa adjusted her blank steel mask as she moved like a wraith through the outer perimeter of the military camp erected atop the ruins of Rainhold.
There was no moon in the night sky and she'd swapped out her usual white Chosen cloak for a darker one that helped her blend in more with the darkness.
She'd been trained especially for this, and she'd chosen the appropriate cloak. One dark but not dark enough to actually stand out in the darkness. That was one of the mistakes a lot of rookies make. And she was no rookie.
Her mind went back to her purpose here tonight. After years in service, she'd become one of the few who had earned the Pope's full confidence. And tonight, she was betraying that trust.
If this was her own plan. She'd be more worried. But she had someone she trusted more than herself. And he's dent here.
The sounds of approaching footsteps drifted to her, and she ducked behind a few supply crates stacked nearby, crouching as they passed by.
