Nahiri - Senses through stone

"May I have a word with you, Nahiri?" The clipped, dry voice was right behind her, close enough that she should have heard the man walk up to her, should have felt his breath on her neck. But he walked like a cat, and he drew no breath, and the thought of his lips so close to her throat made her shudder. Vampire.

She'd known he was there anyway - he was walking on bare stone, after all - but he himself had told her not to let anyone know all her tricks. Not even her friends, which she wasn't at all sure he was.

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THE LITHOMANCER