The gasp of the crowd was just as lost on Zahne as the woman’s offer of help. The pain was all that existed in that moment. Just as quickly, it was gone and left the scarred man dazed. He shook his head once after releasing it, an act to banish the memory of the agony like so many spider webs.
“Oh no…”
Zahne frown as he looked up. “Did Donovan get away?” Following the young woman’s eyes to the crowd surrounding the well answered his question. He grabbed Rhawnwyn by the wrist and pulled her away from the growing crowd.
“I’m sorry, Miss. It was not my intention for you to be involved with something like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen…”
His manner was curt, not angry. Though his visage was truly horrifying, his words and behavior portrayed a protective nature rather than an ulterior motive. However, the brutish, steel grip did not loosen until the pair were a handful of blocks away.
The large man turned to his forced companion and slowly released her wrist. “Again, I am sorry. Did Chickweed steal more than this from you?” A silver coin was thrust into her palm as the question was asked.
