The heavy oak door did not explode inward.
I stood perfectly still in the center of the dimly lit inn room. The pressure wave had washed over us only moments ago. I kept expecting the hinges to shatter. I expected a blast of arcane fire to consume the narrow hallway outside.
I waited for the inevitable violence that always seemed to follow me these days.
Nothing happened, instead the silence stretched out until it became physically painful.
My hand gripped the hilt of my sword so tightly that my knuckles popped. The wood floorboards groaned slightly as Valka shifted her weight in the corner.
"Is she still down there?" I whispered.
Reika was kneeling near the window. Her amber eyes were locked onto the dark street below. Her fox ears twitched constantly as she filtered through the chaotic noise of the city.
"She has not moved an inch," Reika replied softly. "Her heartbeat is completely steady. She is just standing in the shadows across the street and watching our window."
