BRIANNA’S POV
I sneaked out the window and walked silently round the palace grounds. I knew this was dangerous but I wasn’t going to let them get away.
Not with my pendant.
Not with my family’s legacy.
I spotted the figure ahead. It was a shadowy blur in a cloak, walking between garden pillars. My body ached with every step I took. My wounds weren’t fully healed yet. Still, the adrenaline pushed me forward.
Track the scent.
They smelled like wood ash and something like sugar. This person had probably had been in the kitchen wing at some point.
I ducked under a low branch, feeling the mud splashing up my legs. They had a head start, but I had instincts. I had a good sense of smell anyway so I was confident I would be able to get them.
They moved left. I followed.
They glanced back
