I tried to ignore the eyes that followed me as I walked away from Ender. But that seemed impossible. Their eyes pierced my back, the side of my face, my legs, and the back of my head. And when I attempted to look back at them, they stared head on till I looked away.
I arranged the hood above my head and kept walking till I saw a stall ahead and breathed out in relief to have something to do. There were a few women in front of the store, with the owner trying to get them to patronize the jewelry that matched their complexion, eyes, clothes, and skin. They seemed to be buying what he was selling. And they seemed to have a lot of money to spare. Not just because of the gowns and corsets they wore, but because of the guards that stood around them, each in different attire to tell they were f
