"I believe you're confused," I said calmly to Anthony, keeping my voice low. "I'm just a herbalist from a local clinic."
The crowd around us was growing, with more concertgoers arriving for Kathleen's performance. I needed to defuse this situation quickly.
Anthony Harding scoffed. "Don't play dumb. I know exactly who you are. The man who dared to challenge—"
"Anthony," I cut him off sharply. "This is neither the time nor place for such conversations."
His eyes narrowed. "So you admit it then?"
Clara tugged at my sleeve. "Liam, what's he talking about?" Her voice trembled slightly, eyes wide with confusion and wonder.
I ignored both questions, pulling out my communication talisman. "Let me contact Kathleen about those passes."
"As if she'd actually respond to you," Anthony sneered, but uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
Maia crossed her arms. "I'm starting to think Clara got conned by some fake healer pretending to have connections."
