The other guards in the courtyard were more relaxed, chatting, yawning. Their patrols were slower, less focused.
'There's a window.'
If she could time it right—wait for the rotating guards to turn the corner, slip past the distracted ones in the courtyard, stay low and fast—she might make it to the side of the building. From there, she could find a window, a crack, somewhere to see or hear what was happening inside.
Kaya took a slow breath, her hand resting on the knife at her side.
'Wait for the rotation. Then move.'
Kaya had been trying to listen—just a little closer, just enough to catch a hint of the conversations inside—when her spine stiffened. Someone was walking out of the building. From the way the guards bowed, some practically dropping to their knees both in front and behind him, she didn't need a second guess. That had to be the man. A high-ranking officer. Whether he was the traitor she'd been hunting, she still wasn't sure… but she needed answers.
