Sophia stepped away from the Moonstone display, her breath steady, but every muscle in her body tense beneath the glamour that disguised her as a silver-haired rogue. The illusion flickered briefly—just enough for Ethan to catch a glimpse of her true aura beneath the spellwork.
He saw through it.
Of course, he did.
She was no longer surprised by the way her presence unsettled him.
Just as his unsettled her.
Ethan made his way slowly through the Hollow, eyes sharp, his path deliberately casual. But there was purpose in every step. He stopped a few paces from her, far enough to not raise suspicion but close enough for a private exchange.
“Myra,” Sophia murmured under her breath, “give us cover.”
The seer’s lips moved in a silent chant. A shimmer of illusion cloaked the corridor betwee
