I pitch my attention towards the bearded man. He takes tottering steps back while withering under my blazing glare.
My throat frosts when my cold words fissure through it. “What did you do to my wife?!”
The man’s whole body shakes like a leaf, including his dark contracting eyes. I stride a step forward, then another, but before I can thrust my leg for the third time, he frantically flops to the ground while doing his desperate best to crawl away from me. Eyes are now turning on us, evoking me to stop inching closer to avoid getting more attention. That gives the man the chance to escape by scampering through the herds of market goers.
S.hit!
If it’s just me and him, I’ll go after him! But Marguerite is with me and I can’t leave her alone, not when something is bothering her.
I turn
