She watched carefully as Wessex skimmed through the book. the Wraith was hyper-focused, and Letha did not really understand what was happening. What information did the older ascended need to gain? The dark-haired woman's face tightened with confusion and wonder, and she tried to get closer and read over Wessex's shoulder before the footsteps sounded overhead. Letha jumped as the floorboards creaked above their heads. She gripped her back tighter, trying to make sure none of its contents made noise from her startled reaction. In the dark, she did not need her eyes to be opened wide to see clearer, but they were wide as a small tingle of panic raced up her spine.
Wessex motioned for her to be quiet, and she knew she needed to listen. Letha had watched Wessex slink into the closed building. It was apparent they did not belong here. Letha listened as the footsteps continued to move above their heads, and sounded over Wessex's connection: What do we do? She did not want to jeopardize their safety, so she waited for the Wraith's lead or isntruction.
Letha did not know the power of the other ascended with her, but she knew it was a hell of a lot greater than her own.
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
