Bab 68: A sweet happy ending

As the night deepened, Zafron found himself alone in the dimly lit living room. The soft glow from the crystal sconces cast dancing shadows on the walls, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts in his mind. He sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Matilda's return.

The events of the past few days whirled through his mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind. So much had changed so quickly, and he felt as though he was desperately trying to catch up.

'Those men in the alley,' he mused, his brow furrowing. 'They seemed to know exactly who to target. Is this part of Drakoria really so dangerous? Or were we singled out for some reason?'

His thoughts drifted to the mysterious man who had intervened. Malachi Vex. The name itself seemed to carry weight, even in this unfamiliar city. 'He seemed to recognize Matilda, I'm sure of it. But why did she deny knowing him?'