#Chapter 71: Cold Touch

Lyra POV

At the sound of Varn's name, Krueger stood from his seat. He moved in front of me, his arm stretched out protectively. He didn’t know Varn, but his sharp gaze locked onto the man who was rapidly closing the distance between us.

Varn must have realized he’d been spotted because suddenly stopped. He was a few feet away, and there were other tables around us with people enjoying their meals.