I watched as Reginald Talbot's retreating figure disappeared into the crowd. His thinly veiled threat lingered in the air between us.
"Don't mind him," Evelyn said, waving dismissively. "Reginald has always had a flair for the dramatic."
"You two have history," I observed, not phrasing it as a question.
She sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Everyone in River North has history with the Talbots, one way or another. They're unavoidable if you deal in herbs."
Eamon cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should continue exploring the convention?"
I nodded, grateful for the suggestion. The confrontation with Reginald had drawn unwanted attention, and I preferred to blend in rather than stand out.
As we walked away, I couldn't help noticing Evelyn's lingering gaze on me. There was something calculating behind those friendly eyes.
"Will you be attending the main event?" she asked, falling into step beside me.
"What exactly is this main event?" I countered.
