Strelitzia had her arm wrapped around James as they made their way to the feast. There was a strange sense around the familiar obsidian and gold halls. Even though she remembered every twist and turn, and made sure to familiarize herself with most exits after having been attacked or harassed more times than reasonable, she couldn't shake the strange sense of ill belonging. The walls had eyes and they were boring into her soul, staring in accusation at the things she'd done to survive even if they hadn't been willing.
When she turned to glimpse over her shoulder just to check that it was just a guilty conscience, the empty sockets where Ja'ule's eyes should have been greeted her. The guards were leading him around the corner in their direction just as she and James stepped foot inside. How was it possible that he could look down at her without even really looking?