Elijah shared a glance.
His one hand was upon the doorknob, and hers remained alert upon the dagger strapped over her thigh.
She was leaning against the wall beside the door, the visitor won't be able to see her at a glance. But if her fears were right, the visitor would have already seen through these glamoured walls, and her presence nullifying spells.
Running away was not an option.
Aesther gave a firm nod.
Elijah clenched his jaw tight and twisted the knob. The crisp click made Aesther grow tenser. He opened the door.
"Oh…" he said in a slightly confused voice.
The same receptionist from earlier walked inside carrying a wooden tray with steaming kettles, and some aromatic herbs. She had only taken a few steps when a man quietly traced her steps.
Merakh was calm and cold as the dead oceans. His black robes swayed slightly as he walked, and when he stopped inside the room, neither Aesther nor Elijah could act right away.
