A round of applause erupted from the small crowd; Evanna glanced at them and smiled sheepishly before helping Cedric up. As her hand grasped him, her eyes landed on a figure who dispersed the crowd from his mere presence. The prince stood there with his arms crossed, an unimpressed expression on his features.
Evanna's smile dropped, and she nearly let go of Cedric's hand, but Arawn's stony gaze strengthened her resolve and continued to help Cedric to stand. The elven warrior grinned at her, his back still to the prince, unaware of the looming icy presence ready to set loose a snowstorm.
But her gaze was set on Garrett, who began strolling towards them also. What happened to the men they were after? While her thoughts were entirely consumed by the prince and his right-hand man, Cedric was talking to her, so she refocused on what he was saying.
