I AM THE ONLY PERSON THE VILLAIN CANNOT KILL
But Kael Draven was standing in the rain, breathing, watching her, very clearly alive.
She told herself to keep walking. She told herself that whatever cruelty or curse surrounded this man was none of her business, that Mistress Ren was already tapping her foot somewhere behind the shuttered windows of the inn, that a sensible woman did not stop in the middle of a crowded street to stare at the most feared man in Avelune.
But her feet would not move.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her the way one might study a puzzle they had almost, almost solved. Rain ran down the line of his jaw. His eyes were a strange color, not quite grey, not quite blue, like the sky just before a storm breaks.