High above the ravine floor, concealed among the rocky outcrops, Nyx watched.
Frustrating.
Utterly, completely frustrating.
He'd been following them since they left the Leopard village, masking his scent with a carefully prepared blend of herbs and staying downwind. Panthers were ambush hunters—stealth wasn't just a skill, it was bred into his bones, taught from cubhood, refined over more than a century of hunts.
Roshan still hadn't noticed.
Too focused on the female with white hair that caught the dying light like moonlight on snow.
Too distracted by whatever story she'd spun to convince him to bring her to one of the most lawless places in the territory.
'Divine vision.' Nyx's eyes narrowed as he watched Faelyn examine yet another rock with the careful concentration of someone who had no idea what they were looking for. 'Does he actually believe that? She's hiding something. Anyone with eyes can see it. But whatever secret she's keeping has put her in danger. Again.'
