Lucen
My steps halted at the end of the hallway where we had separated. Rae had gone right. I went left. I should've gone straight back to Abyssal Hollow.
But something... gnawed at my chest. A vague pressure I couldn't ignore.
A hunch.
Damn it, I hate hunches. But they're right more often than they're wrong.
I clenched my fists. Then turned around.
I checked the inn where Rae was staying. I figured she'd already returned. But the place was silent. No sign of her.
At the reception desk, there was only an old elf attendant who nodded politely at me. "Looking for your friend? That little fox?"
I nodded once. "Where is she?"
The elf shook his head. "Haven't seen her come back. Maybe she's out celebrating her acceptance into Arcane Spire with her friends."
I narrowed my eyes. "Maybe."
I left immediately. I retraced the path Rae most likely took back to the inn, scanning left and right, trying to read any lingering magic in the air. But there was nothing obvious.
