Willow watched until Ezrik was finally out of sight, her heart still beating a little too fast. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and she hurriedly stepped out, deciding not to confront him. He hadn't noticed her, and that was good.
The last thing she needed was to get tangled up in Ezrik Veyne's drama again. Especially after that whole dating thing. If she was being honest, she'd rather fight a squad of soldiers than deal with him.
She exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the curiosity, and began walking down the hallway. The corridor curved slightly, its metal floor echoing softly under her boots. But just as she glanced over the railing, her breath caught.
There he was again.
Ezrik.
He was descending a stairwell that spiraled down several floors, his silver hair gleaming faintly under the pale lights. The same man from before followed close behind him, speaking lowly.
