Bianca
Within moments, the light drizzle had turned into a proper downpour. Fat raindrops hammered down on the square, sending people shrieking and laughing as they scattered for cover.
Benjamin appeared at my side, rainwater already plastering his graying hair to his forehead. “The party will move to the tavern,” he called over the sound of the rain. “At least until this passes.”
I nodded, then turned toward Isaac, who was still standing nearby. The rain was coming down so hard now that I could barely make him out through the downpour, his golden hair dark and slicked against his head.
I opened my mouth, about to ask him what the hell was going on with him despite the rain, but before I could, he took my hand without a word and pulled me toward the tavern. He didn’t look
