Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          
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~Faye
                          
I'm wary of Cal's eyes as I try replicate T's movement into the ground. When I glanced over at the Huntsman, he was distracted talking to another Guard, so I used that small moment in time to sink behind dancing bodies. 
                          
T breezed past everybody, sipping champagne as he went. 
                          
His advantage is that no one wants to stop him to talk. Fingers snag my dress, trying to get me to stop. Muttering my 'excuse me's' I continue following T, not taking my eyes off the back of his black suit jacket. 
                          
The moment the exit to the room came into view, I could tell T was heading toward it. With tense shoulders, I continue to follow him, hoping this isn't him trying to escape. After every opportunity he has had to do so, I somehow doubt it, but I refuse to take my eyes off him for less than a second, just in case. 
                          
No one notices the silent assassin leaving the room, sliding the glass door open to step out. Luckily, he doesn't turn around, or he would have seen me dodging past people, ready to hide behind their backs if it becomes necessary. 
                          
My heart skips a beat as he disappears out into the darkness, my sight on him vanishing. 
                          
Checking behind me one last time to see if Cal is watching, to find he isn't, I open the door, slipping through to close it behind me. It's as cold as I knew it would be outside too, which is the problem with the Independence Pack being in on the colder side of the equator. And in this dress, it's even worse. 
                          
Ignoring the bite against my skin, I look out across the garden for T. I catch him walking across the gravel, toward a figure who stands close to one of my topiary hedges, not bothering to hide themselves at all. 
                          
I stay hidden behind a nearby tree, watching silently at his every move.
                          
From here, I can barely see who he is approaching. I can see them wearing a beautiful blue dress, that when she turns toward the ballroom, I notice matches her eyes. Her hair is raven black, and immediately I come to the conclusion she is from the Wisdom Pack. No one else has those perfect porcelain smooth features, completely unwrinkled and natural. 
                          
She doesn't smile when she sees him. Instead, she nods formerly, her face as stern as stone. My mind wanders to who she is. I've surely never seen her before, which is interesting, considering she is dressed for a party I'm hosting. 
                          
Or she's a Silent. Like T.
                          
"I missed you," T says flatly, no hint of any familiarity in that sentence. The girl narrows her eyes slightly, before she smiled, shaking her head. Clearly that was some kind of inside joke I'm not aware of. 
                          
"Enjoy taking your time?" she asks, tilting a perfectly shaped eyebrow up. I see T's shoulder's move in some sort of a laugh. I've never seen him laugh before. 
                          
"Slow and methodical has always been my style."
                          
His reply causes an eyeroll on the girls part. It is irritating to me that I don't know who she is, or what her relationship with T is. Are they together, or is she just another Silent? For whatever reason, it has me at the point where I want to interrupt their secret meeting. Mentally, I scold myself. This might be my only chance to figure out who T really is.