Chapter 35 Thirty-five

• Maria
• Slowly, I notice a man alone across the room, seemingly engrossed in a display of armor in a tall case. But there's something off about him. Each time I glance away from a display, he's there in my periphery. Not close but visible, sending the occasional furtive glance in our direction. He never lingers too long in one spot or gets too close to the other visitors.
• "Who is he?" I ask, my pulse quickening. "Are we in trouble?"