Death Comes To All (Book 1) (66 page)

In
a dark corner of the room, a small figure, hidden in the shadows
behind one of the empty suits, stood up from the crouched position he
had held during the meeting. He had not been seen, he knew. He never
was. He did not speak. He did not make a noise or a sound. He didn’t
even leave any footprints behind, as he had no need of walking to get
to where he wanted to go.

Instead
he watched, and he listened. He had to return to his ruler, who would
want to know what he had learned.
They
would be coming, the
small man knew. Like the mage Wolfere, he knew exactly who Bloodheart
had been referring to. With
those
creatures
hunting the battle mage, he would need to be warned.
With a noiseless pop and a slight whoosh as the air rushed in to the
space that he suddenly vacated, he vanished.