Lucas didn't like the way they stood there.
It wasn't what they were doing. People watched each other all the time in the Triangle. That part was normal. Everyone was always measuring something—timing, posture, mistakes.
This was different.
They weren't studying technique.
They were waiting.
"For someone specific?" Lucas asked under his breath.
Dreyden didn't answer immediately. His attention stayed on the group at the edge of the courtyard. Four of them. Spread just enough that they weren't clustered, but close enough to be coordinated.
"They're not here for the crowd," Dreyden said.
Lucas followed his gaze.
"Yeah, I figured that."
Raisel shifted slightly beside them.
"They haven't moved since we got here."
Lucas exhaled.
"Great."
He pushed off the railing, stretching his shoulders once like he was shaking off tension.
"So what do we do? Just stand here and let them keep staring?"
Arden didn't look away from the group.
"You're already reacting."
Lucas frowned.
