Unknown to Tacy, just as she kept her eyes fixated on Xzavier from a distance, another pair of keen watchful eyes also observed her.
From the balcony of the building opposite Tacy, the proprietor of the underground keep watched his ward from behind the curtain. Despite the ruckus below, Kadin's eyes remained on Tacy.
Kadin, being an old man, recognized the longing look in his ward's eyes. This was a look he had seen frequently during his lifetime. From his experience, this was the look that preceded the advent of the kind of pain one could only pray not to feel. That was a look of deliberation, a look of one pondering whether to do, or not to do.
