"Yeah, that's probably the best course of action," she said, nodding slowly.
He doesn't know what he's talking about, she thought.
He'll probably find something at the library. Don't freak out on him.Just then, she heard a knock at the door; not Eckhart's door, but the one where her body was. "Um, Eckhart, I'm going to take a break for a little bit. It's actually surprisingly draining to speak through the mirror, so I'll be back in a little bit. If you need anything, just call my name." With that, she faded from his view, not caring if he was going to say anything.
In the inn, she got up off the bed, combed her hair over her forehead, and opened the door. A thin boy, couldn't have been older than Eckhart, stood with a sealed letter. "Notice for Miss Vivianne DeGrance," he said. She took the letter and closed the door on the boy. It was dated about a week and a half ago.
letterHer heart started racing.
This is bad, she thought, taking her mirrors, daggers, the letter, and her coin purse outside. She saw a carriage and jogged over. "Atlas Verde, as quickly as you can," she said to the driver. "I can pay you well." He nodded, and she climbed in, placing the mirrors on the seat next to her. It would've been faster to ride there herself, but she needed access to the mirrors in case he called for her.