Furia startled so badly that she nearly cried out, but the hand over her mouth pressed harder and a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “It is me, be quiet.” She recognized Rhys immediately and stopped struggling, and he slowly removed his palm from her lips while pulling her deeper into the shadows between the buildings.
“What are you doing?” she hissed while turning to face him, but he pressed a finger to his own lips and pointed toward the street. She followed his gaze and saw a man in black clothing walking slowly along the edge of the road, his head turning from side to side as if he was looking for something. The man moved with a strange silence, and his face was hidden beneath a hood, so she could not tell if he was young or old or something else entirely.
Rhys and Furia looked a
