Twenty-Five
I’m becoming quite proficient at hiding myself with the illusion of empty space. It was a challenge at first, picturing the absence of something rather than an actual thing, but with all my recent practice, it’s definitely easier than it used to be. I didn’t even have to pretend I was someone else when coming into the Guild. I simply made the guard see a closed wall and only himself in the room instead of a girl with a hood over her head walking in through the faerie paths. It’s a little bit thrilling, in fact, to walk freely around the Guild knowing that no one can see me. But I remind myself to be careful and head straight to the healing wing, because overconfidence is what lands people in trouble.
Mom is being kept in a long room that houses a row of beds on either side. C
