Velenda's smile faded, her brows knitting as she stepped closer. "That's so unfair," she said, her voice sharp with frustration. "You had nothing to do with it. They're just scared and picking an easy target. It's wrong, Alex."
She rested a hand on his arm, her touch light but firm. "You're not alone, okay? I know you're not what they think."
Alex nodded, her words noted but not something he leaned into. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his tone even. "Let's get out of here. Your place sounds better than this."
Velenda's grin returned, and she hooked her arm through his. "You'll love it," she said, pulling him along. "Come on, the market's overrated."
He followed, the crowd's stares fading as they left the bustle behind.
The walk to Velenda's house took them through Starhaven's residential district, where elven homes loomed large, all ornate spires and arches carved with glowing runes.
