As the festival's vibrant energy continued to pulse through the streets of Drakoria, Zafron remained on high alert. The encounter with Malachi earlier in the evening had sharpened his senses, and he found himself constantly scanning the crowd, his eyes frequently returning to Matilda.
'He came out of no where. I don't like the way he makes me feel. And clearly, Mara and Matilda feel the same way. Can't let that happen again,'
The colorful swirl of revelers, the pulsing rhythm of music, and the tantalizing aromas of street food created a sensory whirlwind, but Zafron's focus remained razor-sharp.
