It was the blabbermouth.
Lara's expression darkened the moment she spotted him.
"Are you stalking me?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation.
From the second-floor window of the inn across the alley, Agilus leaned casually against the wooden frame, arms crossed over his chest. His smirk deepened, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What stalking?" he scoffed. "Talk human language."
Lara let out a sharp breath, her patience thinning. "Then explain why I keep running into you everywhere."
"You're the one who keeps following us!" Agilus countered, his voice rising a decibel higher. "Otherwise, how else would you have found a place to stay right near our inn?"
