Chapter 168

The footsteps on the other side of the stack neared. Matilda stood on trembling knees, taboss a steadying breath as she forced herself to walk again. Forced herself to leave that dead healer in the dark. Forced herself to lift her bag as if

nothing had happened, as if showing the satchel to someone ahead.

But with the angle of the stacks—the person didn’t know that.

“Just finishing up my reading for the night,” she called to her invisible salvation ahead. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Silba that her voice held steady and merry. “Cook is expecting me for a last cup of tea. Want to join?”

Maboss it seem like someone was expecting her: another trick she’d picked

up.

Matilda cleared five more steps before she realized whoever it was had again halted.

Buying her ruse.

Matilda dashed the last few feet to the hallway, spotted a cluster of acolytes just emerging from another haze of stacks, and hurtled flat out toward them.

Their eyes widened at Matilda ’s approach, and all sh
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