They stepped out of the throne room and into the empty corridor. The torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows across the floor. Darlington held up a hand and closed his eyes.
"I can scent her," he said. "She went this way."
"The east wing," Finnian confirmed. "Let's go."
Jayce's wings rustled impatiently. "Then what are we waiting for?"
They moved quickly but quietly. Their boots made soft sounds against the stone. Their wings were folded tight against their backs. They did not want to wake the guards. They did not want to alert the king. They did not want anyone to know that their mate had slipped through their fingers.
Samantha was smart. She did not run wildly through the palace halls. She moved carefully. Quietly. She stayed in the shadows. She avoided the patches of moonlight that fell through the high windows. She knew that if she made too much noise, someone would hear. Someone would stop her.
