Chase [Lâarachel and Beruka]
With all the time she spent at Camillaâs side or in the skies, Beruka no longer lived in the shadows. Still, old habits died hard, and she slipped into the darkness of the alley as easily as her old, ratty cloak.Â
For once, it was not duty that brought her to the underground city. She would never do anything to harm or betray her lieges, but she hadnât told Camilla anything about her excursion, either. She couldnât say why she still kept her motherâs grave secret. Perhaps that, too, was an old habit.
Part of her already itched to return to the castle, unable to relax on her day off; anything could be happening her absence. Regardless she was not taking a direct route--a right turn instead of a left behind the inn where a drunk had passed out, a straight path past barrels she could have used as a step onto a roof. It had been too long since her last visit to the slums, and besides, she did not want to make it easy to track her.
As she passed an entrance to the alley, she felt eyes on her. She darted behind a crate and reached for her daggers.
