Marcus and Anya's kiss lasted only a moment, yet it was more than enough to attract attention inside the Mercenary Guild. Players nearby slowed, conversations faltered, and several openly stared. The reason was obvious. The graceful young woman in Marcus's arms possessed a beauty so striking that people reacted before they even realized they were looking.
Beauty had always been the easiest way to command attention. One exclamation led to another, and soon more players turned toward them, curiosity spreading through the hall like ripples on water.
Marcus sighed quietly.
"Anya, mask on. Let's go. We'll level together outside."
Realizing they were about to become forum gossip if they lingered any longer, he helped Anya slip on her butterfly mask, hiding her breathtaking features. Taking her hand, he guided her quickly out of the Mercenary Guild before the crowd's curiosity could grow into chaos.
Behind them, reactions followed immediately.
"Damn… that guy is insanely lucky."
