The warm air swept toward them, carrying dust from the open grounds. Their black gown billowed gently, drifting and dancing in the direction of the hot breeze.
The air was stiflingly hot, almost suffocating. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she walked, shockingly in contrast to the weather outside, Arla felt a strange coldness deep inside her.
She was on a mission she hadn't prepared for. She had joined the shadow sisters summon and the high priestess had sent her and Lira on this mission. She despised carrying out some of Isabel's dirty jobs as much as she hated this mission.
Isabel had insisted that they return before dawn and no witnesses should be spared. Nobody must see them on this mission —she wanted a clean job.
She had given them a tracking orb, to track down this child who
