"I remember you." A growl rumbled across the deserted streets, and Aelin whipped her head in fake surprise, making sure to let the woman from whom the words had came from saw her elegantly pointed ears.
A small gasp escaped from Ansel's mouth, and Aelin smiled wider than she would have to show off her fangs.
"Well, well, well. Ansel. Didn't I say that the next time I saw you, I'd kill you?" Aelin tugged her hood over her face even more, despite the suffocating nighttime humidity of Skulls' Bay. She had been feeling generous that day in the Red Desert, but, after Rowan being such a gods-damned tease and Aedion complaining about the thin walls again, she was looking for a fight.
The girl still had her shockingly bright red hair, reminding Aelin of the ruddy auburn she'd dyed her hair after getting back to Adarlan after Wendlyn.
"Ah, I must have forgotten your ever-so-delightful promise. I know you're well capable of doing so, given your heritage. How powerful Adarlan's Assassin must be with pointer teeth and magic." Ansel was clearly looking for a fight, in the same way Aelin might have done. But compliments were not usually a route she took.
Gloriously bored, Aelin ran a few fingers through a strand of her hair before brushing it behind her shoulder.
"Oh, you didn't hear? I much preferred the term Fire Breathing Bitch Queen. It was such an honor to hear Maeve, the Fae Queen over in Wendlyn, call me that, along with her entire city." She smirked, a hand on her dagger.
"Two can play at this game," Ansel declares, throwing her cloak onto the ground. Aelin took a whiff of her, and suddenly she scented it, along with the fact that Ansel had a new, ethereal beauty about her.
"Crochan."
