I looked... lethal.
A little too much?
I hugged my arms, teeth chattering.
“Might’ve been nice to add a coat, Miss Witch,” I grumbled to no one, glaring into the shadows.
As expected, no reply came. The magic was useful—never generous.
I took a steadying breath and began walking toward the place Kross would be waiting.
And this time, I wasn’t just showing up for a date.
I was showing up for answers.
Let’s see which Kross would greet me today—the one who kissed me like I was his world… or the one who could burn it down.
The city was loud—but my mind was louder.
As I walked through the narrow streets of the bazaar, the air thick with spices and voices, I felt it. The glances. The weight of too many eyes on me. Some lingering. Some judging. Some... suspicious.
Perhaps I was feeli
