DEMIR
I was throwing away girl after girl from my tent, waiting to see the only one I truly wanted to see, checking her presence all the time to calm myself down. She must have been a maid. I considered Dining Hall servants as well but this was before I found out they lived in groups of three of four in their rooms. Lara had a separate room, which could only mean that she was a maid here. Or someone from the elite workers of the Dark Selection. But the latter was unlikely.
I took a break after yet another disappointment and concentrated on her aura again. It was soft and warm, and so familiar, almost like a sea breeze… and most importantly, it was close. Yet in less than a minute, the connection broke and I stopped sensing her. That was familiar as well. This was how I lost her last time
