She entered the archery halls quietly, despite her desire to burst in. It was always best to not attract too much attention at first.
She scanned the area, and saw no sign of Lorena. Timmot, however, was downfield near a target.
He turned suddenly and saw Breelia. After a moment, he started towards her.
Breelia slipped back out the door, the tightness rising in her chest. Lorena wasn't there, and both he and Genna were probably following her at this point.
She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she quickly walked back the way she'd come, hoping to get somewhere else before they caught up to her.
Was it quite probable that she was making this whole situation out to be more of a big deal than it really was? Perhaps she was picking up extra imagination from Lorena. They would not dare to actually hurt either of them.
She chanced a glance behind her and her ears swiveled to pick up the sound of nearly running footsteps. She picked up her pace, slipping down a hidden, rarely used hallway just before the Renthills rounded the corner. She fairly ran down it, as silently as she could, until she reached a blank spot on the wall.
Glancing back and forth quickly, she pressed on a hidden switch and slipped inside, quickly closing it behind her.
The darkness seemed to envelope her as Genna and Timmot's voices reached her from outside thewal.
"Did you see which way she went?"
Timmot must have shaken his head or grunted in the negative, because a moment later Genna huffed a frustrated sigh. "She's too smart. We just need one look at the diary."
"You don't think the girl knows where it is?"
Genna huffed again. "No. I'm certain of that." Her voice changed to sound…worried, and anxious. "What if we can't find anything out about Lokken? Father..."
"That's not happening," Timmot said, taking a step closer to Breelia's hiding place. "We'll get a look at it and then all three of us will get what we want."
And that is?
But they said no more, and after a moment of silence moved down the hallway.
Breelia knelt to the floor and slowly felt around for a candle. Most of the time they were lying loose on the ground.
There. She picked it up and lit it with a match from her pocket, and carefully stood it up to light the small space a little. The blank, empty walls stared back at her in the clikering light. The floor was completely forsaken except for a small stash of candles. The tunnel stretched beyond, to the outside of the citadel.
It was one of the secret escape tunnels put in place for emergencies. Only the lord and his family and approved personnel were supposed to know about it, but Breelia had accidentally discovered this one and several others several years ago. They'd come in handy.
She slipped her diary out of her pocket, and opening it, titled a fresh page 'The Renthills'.
A/N: So I'm currently around 20K into the story...and it's going in a direction I never expected. XD I like it, but it will take me a while to finish drafting. 'XP So I'm probably going to be posting just once or twice a week so I can focus on drafting it and not editing a bunch of chapters at the same time. :)