Troy
It was just before dawn when I saw the figure sneaking from my house toward the wooded backyard, although sneaking was probably not the right word for it. Claudine would never stoop so low as to sneak somewhere, but she was alone, and that was suspicious.
Since Kiana had only left a few moments ago to observe the autopsy, my hackles immediately went up. Claudine was following the same path she took.
Following her scent.
I waited a few more moments to make certain that no one was meant to be following her, and then I headed in after her. She was doing nothing to hide her trail, but she seemed to be walking straight toward the infirmary.
Straight toward Kiana.
Before she could breach the other side of the woods, I picked up the pace and easily caught up to her. Before I could touc
