Reiko opened her eyes slowly, and then looked away from Kayden, feeling ashamed and embarrassed at her lack of knowledge. ”I should’ve known that,” she muttered.
After the false alarm in the window that morning, Miyamoto had turned paranoid. Cecil found herself speeding up constantly to keep in step with him, even sprinting at one point, which was dangerous in this street. Even though Miyamoto had turned too slow to see Reiko, who luckily had understood Cecil’s glare, he had believed the other man, Shiki, and now they were searching in case she had disappeared into the streets. Cecil was beginning to think that Miyamoto had caught onto her trickery, since she hadn’t received a credulous look when she had mentioned that there was no one in the window.
They had asked the man who ran the palace where Reiko had been spotted about a young woman with long black hair and a blue robe, and he claimed no knowledge. Miyamoto had seemed to be sated by the man’s words, but still angry that she had escaped. The streets today were too crowded to find anyone, but he still searched.
Eventually, Miyamoto gave up, and they turned back to head to the main palace, but as they passed the smaller building, Cecil noticed Miyamoto glaring up at the window, suspicious thoughts obviously running through his head. The man was a thinker, to his credit.