The night was alive with the sound of raindrops tapping against the rooftops, a steady rhythm that threatened to turn into a full-blown storm at any moment.
Sneaking off had been easy — getting back in without waking anyone was the real challenge.
His room was upstairs, and Elisse was inside, likely asleep.
The entire building had settled into a heavy silence, the kind that only came when exhaustion claimed its occupants.
If he was lucky, no one would notice his absence or the fact that he was returning at such a ridiculous hour.
Taking a deep breath, Zayn focused his soul energy down to the soles of his feet.
It was a technique he had been experimenting with on the carriage, but now was the perfect time to refine it.
He pressed a foot against the wooden wall, feeling the energy spread and adhere like an invisible force latching onto the surface.
He wanted to get the perfect leverage to leap onto the window sill and drag himself inside from there.
