She nodded and waited for Slaidear to open the door for her. She nodded to him, because it didn’t serve her to be impolite, then hastened down the passageway. She managed to get herself around a corner before she had to stop, lean against a wall, and force herself to breathe slowly and evenly.
So her uncle had indeed been watching her, but obviously more extensively than she’d suspected. For all she knew, he’d also seen her acting daft by avoiding those damnable spots on the ground. Perhaps he was making a list of all her offenses, a list he would then use to have her taken away and locked up somewhere.
She suppressed the urge to run and continue to run until she felt safe. She had to at least pretend that nothing had changed. The last thing she could afford was to have fewer coins to ha
