Wynn heard the commotion from his place on the terrace taking afternoon tea. He never expected to see the blue sky again or the trees around the fortress, let alone sip sweet tea and nibble on berry scones. He'd been in the middle of deciding which of his collection of knives he was going to use to kill the goddess once and for all when the noise started.
It sounded as if half a legion of armed Immortals was chasing someone through the fortress. Assuming it was some sort of uncivilized training exercise engineered by the half-breed in charge of the Council, he was nonetheless stopped from enjoying his first tea since returning from Hell.
His peace ruined, he rose and strode into the fortress. The main floor consisted of common areas and wide halls lined with massive windows. What he saw was exactly how he pictured it: undisciplined scrambling by about a dozen Immortals in uniform. He watched them, recalling a time he'd overseen the training of all Immortal warriors.
Times had definitely changed. He wasn't certain how Rhyn's men managed to drive away the demons last autumn. If anything, it made Darkyn look bad for not being able to defeat the disorganized rabble.
Determined to find some peace and quiet, Wynn ignored the men racing in different directions through the hallways and went to one of the back stairwells. He climbed halfway up before he heard what sounded like a sob from behind him. He turned in time to see someone racing away. He started to resume his climb then paused.
Unable to explain exactly why, he had the sense that whomever it was that he saw, he knew.
Wynn trotted down the stairs. He heard two of the Immortals shouting from down a nearby hall and saw the dark figure duck into a doorway. Wynn wished of the second time that day he had a weapon of some sort. He would've gutted past-Death earlier if so.
Silently, he strode down the hallway after the figure he saw. He pushed the door to a dark room open, using his senses to key in on where the person was. Though he possessed nowhere near the level of power he used to, he was still able to sense the figure cowering in a corner. Unwilling to alarm them and possibly end up stabbed, he pretended not to know and moved through the room.
He went to the window opposite the figure and closed his eyes, then whipped the curtain open. Someone gasped. Wynn turned and opened his eyes. The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
Wynn moved before his victim could. He snatched the arm and whirled her, arm sliding around the neck of the mysterious person.