Draven stepped out of Rowena's chambers and pulled the door closed behind him. He stood still for a moment in the empty corridor, a devilish smile forming on his face. He could still feel the warmth of the kiss. Then he raised his hand and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Down the hallways, his sharp senses caught the voices of two servants, their words muffled by the stone walls. He did not wait to see who they were. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, and his body dissolved into the thin air.
Elowen was walking quickly through the lower corridor that led to the servant quarters. Her head was down, her hands tucked into the sleeves of her dress. She kept replaying the moment she had delivered the scroll to the Queen, making sure no one saw her and leaving without raising suspicion. She had done everything right.
