Hiding his body in the Inn was fraught with danger. The owner or nosy servants entering with a spare key kept him on edge. Trusting any other location was out of the question as suspicion gripped Arazhan tight. He had mentally marked a safe haven, just patiently biding his time until the cover of night.
Setting the map aside, Arazhan took deliberate steps toward the balcony. He parted the curtain, fixing his gaze on the chamber opposite his, where Naimishi stayed. The palace's circular design created this division between them. Her door stood open, yet he hadn't caught a glimpse of her coming or going. Did Dusen had deliberately placed Naimishi's room there, allowing him to steal secret glances at her? "Bastard!"