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Lestat continued searching, though it seemed Hatshepsut had left this area. She did not return his call, nor come to him, so he assumed she had gone on to find a resting place. No matter. Their paths would cross again and there would be plenty of time to reconnect.

The wraith paused mid-stride, looking up between the boughs of the trees toward the stars. Flicking an ear back, he turned toward the sounds of another, though he slipped quietly in another direction and circled back only enough to hide among the shadows. Many had wondered at his ability to slip easily past their defenses, because it seemed at that very moment that his immaculate white coat vanished in the darkness, settled as he was between two trees and their darkest shadow.

Lestat wondered who could be following him. Friend or foe? Was it someone actually following him, or someone on a night stroll? Deciding to try his luck, he pushed himself forward and into sight, shaking out his coat to catch the moonlight upon its tendrils, wondering if his silent companion, be it wolf or fauna, would show themselves now that he had paused in his search.