"Em?" Kieran called, squinting his eyes and trying to make out the shape in the shadow. "Who was that?"
Emerald blinked, dragging her gaze away from the mist where The Rogue King had disappeared. "Who was what?"
"That figure walking away."
Emerald met his gaze. "What are you talking about?"
Kieran narrowed his eyes. "I saw someone. Right over there." He pointed to the thickest part of the fog, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "Tall. Dark coat, I think. Then the shadows swallowed him."
"I didn't see anyone." Emerald lied smoothly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe it was an animal. It's late. Your eyes are tired."
Kieran looked at her, long and hard. "You sure?"
She met his gaze evenly. "Completely."
Kieran studied her face. She wasn't lying very well, but he didn't push. Instead, he asked more gently, "So why did you come out here?"
"I come out here often," she added, turning back toward the estate. "Helps me clear my head."
