Edna peeked through the slightly opened door, her tiny head emerging like a cautious rabbit. Even as a child, she possessed an unusual sharpness, a keen awareness of her surroundings that made her seem older than her years.
The faintest sound, the softest movement, could alert her to danger. That acute hearing had served her well tonight. She had heard her mother's scream, faint yet piercing, before anyone else could. It had drawn her to the door and her small body shivered with both fear and curiosity.
Calithar froze as he caught sight of the little girl. She had a very unusual color of hair.
What was a child doing here?
He had not expected a child to peer around the corner, as though waiting for permission to emerge. For a moment, the world seemed to still. It can't be...
