Calla could feel the tension rising from Rico as he and the man stared at each other. She watched his jaw flex and his hands in a tight fist.
Her frown deepened. She took his hand into hers, but he dropped it.
"Wait here," he said, his tone coming off more like an order, than a request. He didn't wait for her response and moved in the direction of the man.
Calla didn't try to stop him, it would be a waste of time if she did. A bitter smile played at her lips as she stood in the middle of the hall, in the midst of these strangers, alone.
A cold breeze swept towards her, and she hugged her hands, rubbing them and silently consoling herself.
She watched Rico's fast retreating figure as he disappeared into the crowd. She inhaled, rubbing her hands over her dress. She quickly took two gl
