THE LOST SWALLOW (Book #2: Light and Darkness) is about to leave the nest! Until then … here’s another excerpt to enjoy!
Eventually, sure both Asher and Ninia now slept deeply, the copse silent around them, Mira stood up.
She’d always been quick on her feet as a mudlark; it was the only way she’d survived in a city full of dangers. Her Swallow training had also taught her how to move noiselessly. The life of one of the members of the royal family might have depended on her ability to sneak up behind an assassin.
She moved quietly now, padding across the damp ground and out of the clearing. Mira took care to keep her breathing slow and steady, her senses straining.
Just a few more yards, and she’d be out of earshot. Then she would lengthen her stride.
Mira walked on, the darkness enclosing her in a shroud that turned her blind on this moonless night. She reached out a hand before her, feeling her way so that she didn’t collide with the trees.
The glade where Asher and Ninia slept now lay behind her. Mira smiled into the night and quickened her pace.
She’d only traveled a yard or two farther when a man’s voice split the silence behind her.
“Where are you going?”
Mira whipped around, reaching for her sword. Her fingers tightened around the hilt, as her gaze alighted upon a tall, broad shouldered figure following her. Even in the darkness she could see the long pale hair spilling over his shoulders.
Curse him. Asher had followed her.