Alma didn't move,Selendra didn't blink. The room was suddenly so quiet you could hear the passing of ants.
Rhea was the first to breake the silence. "We're not sleeping here." She slid her sword back into its sheath and jerked her chin at the door. "We move,now."
No one argued.. Alma turned without a word and walked out and I followed because that's what I always did. Vesper came behind me, hand light at my back, as if reminding me I could still fall and Selendra trailed last, tail swaying like she was bored.
The corridor was narrow and the stairs were worse. We hit the street and the city's air pressed cold against my face. Lamps threw small circles of light and Curfew made the rest of the world feel like a mouth ready to close.
Melchior was already there of course. He'd left before anyone told him to and somehow ended up exactly in our path. "North," he said. "Then two turns,old laundry yard with no patrols for three streets."
