Anara.
Darius shot me a sideways glance as we stepped into the open air. “Remember, we’re not staying out long.”
“Sure, sure,” i said, my tone clearly dripping with fake obedience. “I’ll just open a barrier—”
“No.” He cut me off instantly. “That’ll drain you, and Lucien will notice. There’s a secret way out. Trust me.”
I raised a brow. “Secret passages now? What are you, the manor’s tour guide?”
“Something like that.”
We slipped down a narrow hallway, Darius pushing open a panel in the wall to reveal a tunnel. It was damp and cold, smelling faintly of moss. I wrinkled my nose. “Romantic.”
“Just walk,” Darius muttered.
By the time we emerged on the other side, the change in atmosphere hit me like a wave. The streets were bustling, lit by glowing lamps that painted the cobblestones
