She was the disgraced daughter of the Lu family, the exiled noblewoman who had publicly crippled a giant enforcer in broad daylight. By now, she was probably the most infamous woman in the East Market.
Everyone had heard about her.
Everyone knew where she lived.
If anything, she would have been surprised if the entire district hadn't memorized the location of her shop by now.
Heena pressed her lips together.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
"What do you want?" she asked flatly.
The young man's gaze settled on her face.
His eyes were still the same as before—pitch-black, hollow, and painfully lifeless. There was no obvious excitement in them, nor any of the desperate relief Heena might have expected from someone who had just escaped a terrible situation.
He simply looked at her for a moment.
Then, without saying a word, he took a step backward.
Heena's eyebrows drew together.
"What are you—"
The young man suddenly dropped to his knees.
