DEYA: CHAPTER 65

Deya focused completely on her meal, her attention seemingly lost in the warm aroma of the street food.

Around her, the bustling market was alive with activity, a cacophony of merchants shouting prices, children laughing and playing, and the occasional bickering of haggling customers.

She chewed slowly, her eyes narrowing as she observed the men moving through the streets.

Her target was clear among them, laughing crudely with his equally vulgar friends.

She waited, timing her movements with the natural rhythm of the crowd.

When the moment was right, she deliberately let a piece of food fall onto the wooden table in front of her.

With a casual grace, she stood and began trailing behind them, her pace unhurried but deliberate.

The streets were chaotic, congested with bodies pushing and shoving to make their way through the tightly packed thoroughfare.