Later that evening, just before dinner, the corridor behind the eastern wing of the Pack house was unusually quiet.
Light from the late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the narrow windows.
Loretta walked slowly, her steps measured with confidence she did not entirely feel but refused to show.
She had come here looking for Silas earlier but had found him speaking with one of the guards. When she turned away, she felt the presence behind her before she heard the footsteps.
Edris stopped walking only when she reached the end of the corridor where the stone wall met a corner shadowed by tall pillars.
Loretta turned around, lifting her chin slightly in what she hoped appeared as natural elegance.
"Are you following me?" she asked lightly.
Her voice carried amusement, but there was tension inside it.
Edris did not answer immediately.
He studied her the way a predator studies it's prey movement before deciding where to strike.
Then he took another step forward.
