“Abigail! He is smiling at you.” Claire's eyes almost popped out of their spot. This man never smiled at anyone before. At least, she didn't see him smiling. Not even mistakenly. She wondered what magic Abigail did to him that he was smiling at her in such a crowd.
Tearing her gaze from him, Abigail cleared her throat and rubbed her nape. “Is he?” She couldn't be flustered by him. It would be very dangerous and distressing. Moreover, she must follow her principles; the principles of cursing him and leaving this damned place.
Claire cringed at the blushes across her cheeks. To acknowledge her friend about it, when she tightened the grip around her wrist, a loud voice interrupted. “Wait, what is happening?”
Through the commotion, a few villagers of the crowd learned about the presence of
