Standing before a stone slab blocking her path, Nyrielle hesitated, trying to sense what her teacher might be doing in the space beyond. The Blood Seeker had clearly found a trace of her former teacher, but at the same time, he had taken no action against the construct. Was he trying to lull her into a false sense of security, pretending that he hadn't noticed? Had he revealed himself to deliberately guide her here?
Any of it was possible. Shubnalu's moves were always carefully considered and planned well in advance to force his prey to stretch out their own necks. She was doing that right now, separating herself from her own forces and coming to meet with him alone. But the alternative, exposing her loved ones to the powers of the oldest among the True Vampires, was something she didn't dare to contemplate.