She was already at the window when he appeared in the shadows beneath. She taunted, “Took you long enough.”
“There are guards everywhere.”
“My Father’s guards are no threat to you.”
“If I kill even one of them, he will know someone has been here, and this will become complicated.”
“What are you waiting for, then?” She backed slowly away from the window.
It was an effort to become mist, to disintegrate his body into fine wet particles that rode the air, to rise through the cool night air to the window, and to drift inside to where she waited.