So will you wait me out or will you drown me out?
Noah caught sight of the man just as the crowd shifted—broad-shouldered, armed, moving like he belonged anywhere and nowhere all at once. Not local, not forest-bred. The way his eyes scanned the crowd said he wasn’t here for sightseeing. Mercenary, maybe. Bounty hunter. Trouble.
Noah didn’t change course, just let his path arc naturally toward the other man. A flicker of curiosity edged into his otherwise quiet suspicion. Part of him swelled as his mind whirled as to what could be this man’s intentions, and a protective, demigod-like sense of duty came over him.
He approached with a loose, steady gait. “Looking for something?” His tone made it an open question, but his eyes—measured and unwavering—were already searching for the truth beneath whatever answer might come.
Noah didn’t change course, just let his path arc naturally toward the other man. A flicker of curiosity edged into his otherwise quiet suspicion. Part of him swelled as his mind whirled as to what could be this man’s intentions, and a protective, demigod-like sense of duty came over him.
He approached with a loose, steady gait. “Looking for something?” His tone made it an open question, but his eyes—measured and unwavering—were already searching for the truth beneath whatever answer might come.
THE F O R S A K E N
