The market turned into a blur of light and noise as Derek and Kira tore through it, weaving between stalls, ducking under hanging lanterns, and shoving past startled vendors who barely had time to register what was happening before the wind of two royals running at full speed had already passed.
Behind them, the men with clubs were shouting, swearing, knocking into baskets of fruit and strings of fairy lights, generally announcing their progress to anyone within a half-mile radius.
Kira's heart was hammering against her chest, but it wasn't out of fear; it was for the sheer thrill of the run.
Derek, however, was far from thrilled. His jaw was set so tightly, and his amber eyes flashed with a lethal golden light under his hat.
