I heard shouts and cries outside the tent, voices raised in anger and panic. Shadows flickered across the canvas as warriors rushed by, some in fury, others in terror. What in the world was happening out there?
"How bad is it?" Stefano's voice was sharp.
Antonio took a steadying breath. "More than twenty tents were set ablaze simultaneously. Then it spread to several others..."
"Fuck." Stefano scrubbed a hand down his face. "Did you see who did it?"
"They could've blended in with the chaos as soon as the panic started," Antonio replied, frowning.
Stefano nodded, absorbing this, then looked at me intently. "Stay in the tent. Don't go anywhere. I'll send Davide to watch over you."
I frowned. "I can handle myself, Stefano. I can help—let me—"
"No." His voice was hard, nearly making me
