With a low<em>hiss</em>Charlotte ducked back into the shadows, her blonde tresses snaking across her back- Her eyes narrowing at the brief glimpse of *movement*...She'd have drawn Luther, but the bright flash might've given her away, and besides-<br/><br/>And a low, guilty thrill thrummed through her, making her shiver deliciously at the thought of what she *might* find...<br/><br/>-She might *want* this one alive...<br/><br/>With slow, deliberate steps, moving as stealthily as she could, the knight pressed against beside the open doorway- Waiting for whoever it was to draw closer, her chain swaying easily in her hand...