Nova did not know what to do; he felt as though fate was pulling him in too many directions at once and deep down, he knew that she had a big part to do with his future, whatever it may be, or none of this would be happening in the first place.
He lowered his gaze, then glanced in her direction once more before sighing and looking away. He could not go after her, not even if he wanted to, not tonight.
He turned toward Kiros, who had been lingering near the banquet table with a glass of wine, eyes subtly scanning the crowd while paying attention to Nova's actions as well, since he did not want him to be by himself in a place filled with blood-sucking vultures, in his opinion.
While he was sipping his wine and looking at people, Nova approached him, his voice low and almost disappointed.
