The morning after I encountered the hooded figure, I made a decision.
I would not tell anyone what I had seen.
Not yet.
There was no point in frightening Mia, Lilith, or the War Council with a suspicion I couldn't prove.
Someone was manipulating the attacks.
Someone understood how we reacted.
And, somehow, that person understood me.
But suspicion wasn't proof.
Until I had something more, I would keep it to myself.
The problem was that keeping it to myself did not make the feeling disappear.
If anything, it became worse.
Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered those few seconds on the rooftop.
The way the figure moved.
The way he stopped.
The way he spoke.
You're still searching.
Three simple words.
Yet they had stayed in my mind since the moment I heard them.
I had heard countless voices throughout my life.
Soldiers.
Mages.
Teachers.
Guild masters.
Enemies.
Friends.
The Emperor of Destruction.
Aamon.
Aaron.
But that voice was different.
