There he was. Again. Dancing amidst the crowd, while his hawk-like eyes scanned it, looking for his target. Another nobleman had promised him a hefty reward for killing you. As soon as his eyes landed of your figure, the music seemed to come to an end.

The tambourine in his hand shook again, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was still making eye-contact, but his gaze seemed to falter a little, as to not cause any suspicion. As soon as the dance would be over, that would be his chance.