Ariana’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the dark cloud had shifted, making the moonlight shine on my face.
Everything was a blur at first, but when I blinked a couple of times, my vision stabilized.
“Did you hear something?” I heard a guard say, and I just managed to slip into the bushes before the footsteps approached.
For a minute, they stood observing where I believed I had landed—my silent prayer being that I hadn’t injured myself so badly as to leave blood residue on the ground.
They resorted to scenting, and my heart started to race fast.
I heard how they sniffed, my silent prayer being that the herb mix all over my body had remained the perfect camouflage.
“Something smells funny,” one said.
“I agree, herb-like—but it doesn’t quite blend in with the rest,” the other replied.
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