Azura's POV
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I pushed the heavy oak door; it swung open with a low groan, and there she was.
Isadora froze mid-step, her hands loosening around the small velvet pouch she was holding. It hit the wooden floorboards with a dull thud, spilling small dried herbs across the rug.
For a long moment, she just stared at me. Her green eyes swept over my face, down to my boots, and right back up to my eyes as if checking to see if I was a ghost or a trick of the light.
I couldn't help the small grin that pulled at the corner of my mouth.
"Missed me?"
That broke her out of her trance. She blinked rapidly, the sudden shock fading from her features only to be replaced by her usual guarded composure.
She folded her arms tight across her chest, leaning back slightly.
"No," she said, her voice completely flat.
"I didn't. I just felt like I saw something annoying."
