Feeling Good

*Basileus* · 08-27-2016, 11:13 PM

The woman's fearful demeanor had set off alarm bells the moment he became aware of it, but at first glance he'd chalked it up to the fragile temperament of women. His reasoning had been that his presence had caught her by surprise and some small touch of a plant or something around her had given her a fright, but the way she shrank away from his gaze greatly undermined that theory. There was a real reason for her fear. He felt sure of it. She looked hunted.

Casually Basileus cast a careful glance around their surroundings. If someone was pursuing her, he had no intention of being caught off guard. From their behavior the day of the fight the mafioso was certain this woman meant something to his friend and for that reason he was ready and willing to rise to her defense if necessary. A moment after she voiced her question Basil's gaze flicked back to the woman. He shook his head slowly, his expression regretful. "I have not." He had been going to ask her the same question.

His gaze flicked around again. Her behavior was setting his nerves on edge. He had too little information to go off of and with nothing substantial to work with he couldn't tell if he was the cause of the woman's unease or if she really was being chased. "I must ask. Are you alright? Any friend of Bacchus' is a friend of mine. If something is wrong," he studied her face carefully for signs of distress, "I can help."

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