He could see the fear pool in her eyes. She excused herself and got up,
moving quickly for the exit. He had to get to her and fast. Somehow, she’d
seen him and he needed to know how. Not caring for propriety, he pushed
through the crowd and out into the night, gaining on the woman with every
stride. When he was a few steps behind her, he reached out. His hand mere
inches from her shoulder; he wanted nothing more than to find out who she
was. As he attempted to turn her around, he felt a quick swoosh of air
from below. Looking down he was surprised to find a wooden staff hovering
just below his privates. His eyes returning back to the woman he next
found a long dagger edged up to his neck.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“What’s with the weapon?” He held his breath. He knew he could move quick
enough if need be.
“You’re one of them. Why are you here?”
Her voice wavered. The sound broke his heart. “One of what?” He asked.