Linus took a deep, measured breath, his chest tightening as his sharp eyes darted across the dimly lit study. The weight of his predicament pressed down on him—escape was his only option. His gaze landed on the single small window perched high on the wall, its frame partially concealed by heavy curtains that absorbed what little light the waning evening had to offer. Linus knew he had to use every ounce of his agility and cunning to escape unnoticed.

As evening's fading light seeped through the gaps in the curtains, it weakened his shadow magic. He started by snuffing out the lone candle on the desk. The flame wavered briefly, flickering as if protesting before it finally surrendered to his breath. In an instant, the room transformed—shadows stretched and deepened in the absence of light. His hands moved with deliberate precision as he summoned a small shadow bird, its form flickering to life in his palm. The bird’s body seemed to shimmer, as if it were both there and not, an ethereal creature born of the darkness itself. With a soft whisper of his intent, Linus sent it toward the narrow window, watching as it passed effortlessly through the slim opening.

He waited, straining his senses, every tick of silence amplifying his anticipation. Outside, the shadow bird soared, its invisible wings cutting through the twilight air. After an agonizing moment, it returned, its movements quick and purposeful as it relayed the courtyard's state: clear. Linus’s jaw tightened. His window of opportunity was razor-thin.

Keeping low, he slipped toward the bookshelf on the far wall. Each step was careful and deliberate, his breath shallow to avoid the sound carrying in the stillness. The darkness behind the bookshelf wrapped him in its cloak. From this haven, Linus climbed upward, his fingers gripping the rough edges of the wooden shelves. The soft creak of old wood under his weight jolted him with anxiety, causing him to freeze as he pressed against the shadows, waiting to see if anyone outside noticed.

When nothing stirred, he continued, his movements fluid and soundless. His muscles strained as he hoisted himself onto the narrow window ledge. He balanced there precariously for a moment, his body tensed. Linus glanced back into the room to ensure he hadn't missed anything before leaving.

Once he confirmed he was good to go, Linus peered through the narrow opening, his sharp gaze cutting through the fading light. The shadow bird had done its work well—the courtyard below was deserted. For now.

He flexed his fingers, the roughness of the stone ledge biting into his palms as he measured the gap. The window was narrow, but Linus had faced tighter squeezes before. Summoning every ounce of precision, he twisted his lean frame, his shoulders angling just as he pushed himself through. The unforgiving edges scraped against his sides, catching his clothing, but he forced himself onward with practiced determination. A small grunt escaped him as he finally slipped free, dangling outside the building with nothing but the cold stone to cling to.

The evening sun bathed the courtyard in a golden haze, its warmth deceptive against the tension crackling in Linus's veins. He closed his eyes, pulling at the feeble darkness until a delicate rope of shadow formed in his hand, as insubstantial as smoke yet strong enough to bear his weight. He anchored it firmly to the ledge and began his descent, every movement calculated and silent.

Halfway down, a sound pierced through the calm—a door creaking open. Linus froze mid-motion, his muscles locking in place as his ears sharpened to the approaching threat. Voices spilled out into the courtyard, light and carefree, laced with laughter. A group of servants had emerged from the far side, their lively chatter breaking the stillness of the evening.

Linus's eyes darted toward the figures, calculating the distance, the light, and the angles of the shadows. He acted instinctually, pressing himself flat against the stone wall, the rough surface digging into his cheek as he melded into the dim recesses. He pulled the surrounding shadows tighter, willing them to thicken around him like a second skin. His breath slowed, shallow and controlled, each inhalation a silent prayer.

The servants’ footsteps grew louder, the cadence uneven with their laughter. Linus’s heart hammered against his ribs, every beat a reminder of the thin line between success and discovery. He tilted his head just enough to glimpse through a sliver of shadow, his vision narrowing to the uniforms passing mere feet away. The faint shuffle of boots on stone grated against his ears, each sound magnified in the oppressive stillness of his hiding spot.

One of them laughed—a sharp, booming sound that made Linus flinch internally. The servant's voice was close, far too close. Linus tightened his grip on the stone, his fingertips aching as he pressed himself deeper into the shadows. While the light was slipping too fast, the darkness was still too thin. One wrong move, even a stray breath, could undo everything.

The group lingered, their conversation continuing as they paused not far from where Linus clung. His muscles burned, tension building in his calves and shoulders, but he refused to shift. He became a stone, a shadow, a fragment of the building itself. His black clothing merged seamlessly with the faint dark patches on the wall, but the fading sunlight kissed the edges of his form, threatening to betray him.

The moments stretched agonizingly long. Linus’s vision tunneled, focusing solely on their movements. He monitored every step they took, each movement bringing them either closer to danger or safety.

And then, as abruptly as they had appeared, the servants moved on. Their laughter faded into the distance, swallowed by the stone corridors of the courtyard. Linus remained where he was, his body still coiled, his breathing still held. He counted their footsteps as they disappeared, waiting until the last echo of their voices dissolved into the evening air.

Only then, when silence reclaimed the courtyard, did Linus allow himself to exhale. The breath came slow and measured, the relief it carried tinged with the cold reality of his situation. The faint warmth of victory lingered, but his journey was far from over. He glanced downward, the courtyard still bathed in the remnants of sunlight, and with a steady breath, he began his descent once more, each motion smooth and deliberate.

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When his feet finally touched the ground, he crouched low, instinctively pressing into the nearest shadow. He surveyed his surroundings, eyes narrowing as he charted a path toward the stables. The fading evening light was his adversary, and he darted from one patch of shadow to the next with a predator’s precision. Every movement was deliberate and silent, and his body was primed to respond to any potential threat.

The stables loomed ahead, their dim lighting a welcome reprieve from the courtyard’s treacherous openness. As Linus slipped inside, the familiar coolness of shadow embraced him, and his magic responded with a subtle surge. He took a brief moment, then raised his hand, summoning another shadow bird. This one materialized larger and more solid than the last, its sleek form radiating a subtle, otherworldly glow.

“Distract,” Linus whispered, his voice a mere breath of sound.

The bird launched into action, darting through the stable with sharp, deliberate movements. A bucket toppled over with a metallic clang, its echo sharp in the confined space. Moments later, a second and third bucket followed, creating a cascade of noise. The stable boy, startled by the commotion, emerged from a side stall, his expression twisted with confusion.

“What the—?” the boy muttered, abandoning his tasks to investigate the source of the chaos.

Linus remained motionless behind a row of large barrels, his eyes tracking the boy’s every step. When the stable boy vanished into the shadows of the far corner, Linus moved swiftly, his body a blur of precision and purpose. He slipped from his hiding spot, crossing the stable floor with soundless strides.

At the back entrance, Linus paused. The door creaked slightly as he eased it open, revealing a narrow path that wound through the garden. He scanned the path for signs of guards or patrols but found only the stillness of the evening.

Taking a deep breath, Linus conjured a cloak of darkness, the shadows weaving around him like a living shroud. The magic enveloped him, muffling his presence as he moved into the garden. The foliage provided natural cover, and Linus navigated through it like a wraith, his footsteps blending with the rustle of the leaves.

The back gate came into view, its iron bars silhouetted against the deepening twilight. Linus’s sharp gaze swept the area one final time. Seeing no immediate threats, he approached the gate, his shadow magic still pulsing faintly around him, shielding him from prying eyes.

With one last glance over his shoulder, Linus slipped through the gate, his silhouette dissolving into the embrace of the deepening darkness beyond. The shadows here were thicker, more comforting—a sanctuary he melted into without hesitation.

Only when he was a safe distance from the estate did Linus slow his pace, his body instinctively scanning his surroundings even as his lungs burned for air. He leaned briefly against a tree, its rough bark grounding him as he allowed himself a moment to breathe. His pulse thundered in his ears, each beat a reminder of how close he’d come to being caught. But he wasn’t caught. He had done it.

But this was no time to revel in victory. The information he had gathered in the Governor’s study was more than a prize—it was a weapon, a key that could unlock the doors to his raise.

He would need to decide carefully how much to share with Mara. As he moved towards his manor, he reflected on all he had learned recently and was considering how to use it to his advantage.

Eliza returned to the study, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She scanned the room with wide, anxious eyes, half-expecting Linus to emerge from the darkness. But there was nothing—no trace of his presence, no lingering warmth in the air. He was gone, leaving behind only the weight of his intrusion.

Eliza pushed off the door and moved with swift, deliberate steps. Her hands trembled as she straightened the heavy curtains. She rearranged the scattered papers at the desk and moved the chair back into its precise place. Every movement she made was careful and intentional, reflecting her deep desperation at that moment. The governor’s eyes were sharp, his temper sharper still. She couldn’t afford for him to notice anything amiss.

Her mind raced as she worked. What if he knows? What if he could sense someone was here? The fear crawled under her skin, leaving her raw and exposed. She wiped her damp palms on her dress and forced herself to keep going, checking and rechecking until the room was pristine as if nothing had ever happened.

When she finally leaned against the edge of the desk, her breath escaped in shallow, uneven gasps. The weight pressing down on her chest was unbearable. She clutched the desk as if it could anchor her, but the fear clawing at her refused to be contained. She felt cornered, caught in a web woven by forces far beyond her control.

Her thoughts spiraled, looping endlessly through the impossible situation she was in. Linus’s words echoed in her mind, a promise of protection that felt like a double-edged sword. Thinking about their recent kiss and how easily she had been manipulated, she felt a pang of guilt.

She shivered at the memory of his touch, how his hands had lingered too long when he’d searched her. It had been invasive, calculated. Had it been a tactic? A manipulation? The realization sickened her, her stomach twisting as the line between ally and adversary blurred.

Eliza pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to push the memories aside, but they clung to her like cobwebs. She couldn’t trust Linus. Not fully. His agenda was too murky, his methods too ruthless. And yet, without him, she was isolated in this labyrinth of danger.

Eliza felt utterly alone. The governor's secrets, the hidden agendas, the looming threat of the Phoenix Blade—all of it was too much to bear. She knew that making the wrong move could spell disaster not only for her but for everyone she cared about. She had no choice but to navigate this treacherous path, hoping that somehow, she could find a way to survive.

Eliza buried her face in her trembling hands, her resolve faltering under the crushing weight of everything pressing down on her. Just one misstep, a single misplaced word, and the entire precarious structure of her life could come tumbling down. The stakes loomed perilously high, the threat uncomfortably close.

With a determined breath, she straightened up, letting her hands fall to her sides as she fought to steady herself. The promises Linus had made echoed in her mind, haunting and unyielding, refusing to fade away.

She realized she was at a crossroads and needed to come up with a plan for her survival. The real question now was: who could she trust?