Emilia's POV
“It has been a month, Emilia, and there are still no signs of the Crescents,” Melanie uttered.
“Isn’t that supposed to be good news?” I asked.
“It’s not. Remus wouldn’t simply let you go like that,” she voiced her opinion. I looked at her. She puffed on her cigarette. She was right. I had spent countless years in that mansion, never out of Remus’ sight, not even for a second.
“Either you’re exceptionally skilled at hiding, or they’re plunging at searching,” she finished her cigarette.
After years of planning my escape, I had thought this through thoroughly. I knew Remus would assume that I would run as far as possible when I fled. He would search for me in distant lands while I remained a mere three towns away from the mansion. Moreover, he had no knowledge of my sister’s
