Plan Of Attack

The night was calm, as if it wasn't the usual time for nefarious activity.

A good man will say this is the time for a good night's sleep. But a wise man would lock all his doors before going to sleep.

One would think all was well with the world at the inn, until they saw the shadows moving.

The Underwood and Ross night guards patrolled, but for Lilith, that was no detriment.

She slipped from her bed, quickly blowing out the candlelight, plunging her room in darkness. The only points of light were her eyes, which glowed faintly.

The walls of her room felt suffocating, her thoughts circling endlessly around Ren and the way he had been acting lately. 

She knew he was hiding something. 

She could see it in the way his eyes darted away when she asked certain questions, the way his mind was elsewhere even when he was with her. 

It was unacceptable.