I Want Her

POV Zaric.

I stood in the dusty center of the marketplace, letting her blatant lie hang in the humid air. *People I personally know.* I studied the veiled woman blocking the armed Moonflare guards. The midday heat baked the cobblestones, mixing the stench of nervous sweat, stale ale, and rotting fruit, yet she looked untouched by the grime. Those confident, unblinking eyes stared straight ahead.