Kaelric's eyes never left her face. He leaned forward slowly, deliberately, resting his elbows on his knees.
The movement was predatory, calculated. "Wrong person?" His voice finally broke the silence, low and dangerous. "Stop lying, Blazar."
She froze. The name on his lips sent ice through her veins.
"I don't know anyone by that name," she spat, but her voice wavered.
"Your disguise is clever," he continued, his tone almost conversational now, which made it more terrifying. "The bandages. The contacts. The dress." His eyes traced over her deliberately. "But did you really think you could hide from me?"
Blazar's breathing quickened. Her fingers trembled as they gripped her gown. "You're insane. I'm just a girl from the market district. You've made a mistake—"
"The way you move," Kaelric interrupted, his voice cutting through her protests . "The way you stand. The way you fought back there." He tilted his head slightly. "I would recognize you anywhere."
