"Someone... someone was watching us, My Queen," he murmured, his voice laced with absolute, chilling certainty.
Without another word, Silver turned and strode deliberately toward the grand exit. A cold, unsettling sensation gnawed at the back of his neck—the uncanny feeling of unseen eyes piercing straight through the heavy wood. As he drew nearer, his sharp eyes caught a minute detail: the massive door was not fully latched. It hung open by a tiny, almost imperceptible sliver, no wider than a blade's edge.
In one swift, violent motion, Silver threw the doors wide open, his hand hovering over his concealed weapon, ready to strike.
No one.
