Chapter 89: Ch87. Pain as a teacher (11) - Stranded
The heavy iron door creaked open, and Miles stepped out of The Archivist’s study, his face unreadable. The dim glow of the red sigils along the corridor cast long shadows, stretching out before him like the path he was about to take.
His heart pounded against his ribs, but his mind was steady. He knew what he had to do.
Sarissa and Mara stood waiting a few feet away. Sarissa leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, her golden eyes sharp and unreadable. Mara, in contrast, had her hands stuffed into her coat pockets, her usually carefree smirk absent as she studied his expression.
"You were in there for a while," Mara finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Get anything useful?"
Miles took a slow breath. He glanced at them both, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before he spoke.
"I have to leave."
The words hung in the air like a death knell. Mara blinked. Sarissa, however, did not react immediately. Her gaze remained locked on him, her expression frozen in that calculating mask of hers.
Mara was the first to respond.
"The hell do you mean, ’leave’?" She took a step forward, frowning. "The Black market or...?"
"I have to go... Away." Miles met her gaze. "For a while."
Silence.