High above the city, on the dark rooftops, Kiara moved like a shadow given form.
She carried Silvia in her arms, the older woman's weight balanced against her chest.
The witch robes blended them into the night, swallowing moonlight and lantern glow alike. No magic. Not a single spark.
Every drop of power was being conserved. Every footstep placed with care to leave no trail.
The rooftops were uneven beneath her boots. Tiles shifted slightly under her weight. The cool night wind tugged at her hood and stung her face. Silvia's breathing was shallow against her shoulder.
Silvia spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."
Kiara nodded without slowing. Her arms remained steady. "Another safe house gone."
Silvia was quiet for a few strides.
Then.
"He's good."
Kiara's jaw tightened. "He's annoying."
