Third Person's POV
His every movement exuded authority and a kind of kingly wrath she hadn't seen even in seasoned warlords.
Her gaze flickered to Velcy, the scarred girl who had remained frozen by the wall.
What was it about her that stirred such anger and protectiveness in this man?
Her thoughts raced with curiosity as she tried to piece together the dynamic she had walked into.
Judging by Virelle and Lucien's behavior, they clearly knew Ethan well, as no one else would involve themselves so quickly, and certainly not with such resolve.
Just then, the man who had been creeping through the commotion, the one hiding in plain sight, finally made his move.
Unseen by most in the chaos, he slipped through the disorder like a shadow with murder in his heart.
He blended into the chaos perfectly, but not perfectly enough, as the dark-haired woman noticed him clearly.
