Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

The window clicked gently.

It was a quiet sound, near-silent, and I'd not have heard it if I wasn't already awake and hyper-sensitive to all the other noises going on. I kept still but angled my head in that direction. Was Qrow trying to get in or let me know about something?

The tap-tap continued but was followed by a click sound as the latch was opened.

I knew what it meant immediately. Someone was coming in the window – someone who shouldn't be. I was familiar with how the latches in Vale worked thanks not only to having a window in my room back at the Lodge, but also after inviting an Assassin to sneak through it on numerous occasions. Blake's approach was always discrete, but I'd grown used to catching it.

Further away, a crow cawed three times. The first time quiet, then louder, alarmed. The sound did not come from directly on the other side of the window.

Lisa shuffled on her bed but didn't wake up.

The window swung open quietly.

Had I not been listening, I'd have missed it.

The figure was too light to be Qrow, moved too softly. It swept its legs up over the window without making a noise, body contorting to fit through the small space. He was but a shadow silhouetted against the moonlight. An indistinct shape of a man or a woman, little more.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]