the night grows dark
Pruul had taken more out of him that he wanted to admit. The fighting, the desperation with which he'd broken his restraining ring, and that glorious feeling of openly wearing the Black for just a few moments while they escaped. Lucivar was with Ben, and they were waiting for him at Cassandra's Altar, north of here at the other end of the island. They were trying to find a Priestess who could open the Gate, so that they might escape to Kaeleer.
He had something else to do first. He couldn't leave without Seren. It was long after dark when he made his way onto the estate grounds. He wore the Red, and even that was hardly a whisper of power. He should have taken more care, and rested for awhile. There was a strange hush over the land, like something poised and waiting to strike.
He noticed there were more people in residence than had been when he was here. He recognized Bethany's distinctive scent and scowled, but there were other women here, too, and a contingent of guards. He didn't know them, but he hoped not to have to tangle with anyone. He made his way into the servants' quarters. He didn't know which door was to Seren's room, though, so he found himself sneaking along and pressing hands to doors, trying to sense what was going on inside.
Eventually he found her. He passed right through her door, and stood for a moment, adjusting to the dark, before he spoke directly into her mind.
*Lady Seren, please, don't panic.*