(Cali)
I turned on my heel slowly. Nerves coursed through me, and I couldn't suppress them.
Did someone recognize me? See through me?
A man walked toward me on silent feet. The air around him fell silent, but it wasn’t the same as when Caspien entered a room. This man didn’t emit an almost oppressive air that screamed authority; it wasn’t cold or ancient, or powerful.
I actually felt nothing, but there was a shift.
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “If you’re going to ask to buy me a drink, no, thank you, I already overpaid for that fire water.” I gestured to the bar, I saw the old woman gaping at us, but she closed her mouth when she met my eye.
The man was hooded, and one side of his lips tugged up, meeting a scar across his face. He looked like the main character of a vid
