They continued running around the city of chains, being ignored by most of its inhabitants who were used to the chaos.
"Stop here," Silas ordered, pulling them into the shadows of a narrow alley. He glanced around, scanning their surroundings with a sharp gaze. "We need to blend in, not stand out. The Mirage Market is… unpredictable. But if it's here tonight, it'll be near the heart of the city."
Yara swallowed hard, nodding. "And if we find it?"
"Then we find who we need," Silas said, his voice low. His eyes darkened with something akin to anger—a barely concealed rage that mirrored the dragon's. "And I get what I'm after."
Yara shifted uneasily, her thoughts racing. What exactly was Silas after? He hadn't told them much—only that the Mirage Market held the key to what they needed.
She could feel his desperation, the urgency that drove him. But she didn't press him for more. She had her own secrets to keep.
