"Markris!" Lorena called loudly, following behind him. "Slow down. I need to talk to you." Her legs caught across her gown, and she stumbled. She caught herself just in time before she fell face down.

She looked ahead and realized he wasn't going back to the hall but instead was going out. She took a turn and finally caught up with him.

"What do you want, Lorena?" His voice was harsh as he stared daggers at her.

"I just want to talk." She breathed loudly, trying to catch her breath.

"About?" His face contorted as he wondered what gave her the right to think she could talk to him.

"What...