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The full moon had come and gone, and still the tower stood in Mistral. Smug satisfaction had lifted Siennaâs spirits when dawn rose on an intact Haven; her usurper had lost, and she hoped it had been in the most humiliating way. Her little hideaway had no television, so she couldnât know the truth of it, but she was content enough to know that he had failed. That would only make her job easier once she was recovered.
But as several more days passed and there was no sign of Hazel, either, Sienna began to wonder if Salemâs minions had abandoned her. Confirmation came when she woke to find the Seer had gone, likely in search of Hazel. It felt a bit strange, perhaps even a little insulting that she wasnât worth watching. But perhaps it made sense; if things had collapsed after that night, Sienna wouldnât have been any use to Salem, so there was no sense in wasting resources on observing her.
Sienna was simultaneously annoyed and intrigued. Annoyed that she meant nothing when once her name struck fear, and intrigued, because a defeat would imply that all that Hazel had told her--that no one could beat Salem--was patently false. Not to mention the strength of those who would have won over her efforts here.
So, left to her own devices, Sienna decided to try to find Salemâs opponents. She would start at Haven itself; no doubt there would be someone there. Though there was no real way to hide her stripes, she did her best with what she had--a long, hooded cloak that enclosed her body. Once she was ready, she left the hideaway in which sheâd been staying, and started off toward Haven, keeping to the heavy brush and the trees at the outskirts of the city and the school, as much as she could.
