"I can't decide if I can trust you." Her voice was almost bell like, a perfect symphony of chimes. I cocked my head to the side a bit. She was sitting on the bed next to the old dead man, a cigarette in her mouth and a dagger in her hands. She didn't pull the cigarette from her lips when she exhaled a puff of opaque smoke.
"And why wouldn't you trust me?" I asked, leaning against the wall, letting a spell dance between my fingers. She looked up and I heard the shift in her leather armor. She smiled and took the cigarette from between her lips. I noticed her lips were a gentle peachy shade.
"A few reasons…" She smiled again. "You show up in the middle of the night and comment on how I sleep. You proceed to tell me that you want me to kill some helpless old man then you'll come again to tell me that I can enter a special little killer's cult."
"True. But I haven't lied have I?" I asked, leaning towards her. She nodded and slipped the cigarette between her lips again. I noticed there was a streak of blood on her cheek and a splatter on her chest.
"Of course…" She flipped the dagger and caught it between her thumb and first finger. She trailed her finger down the dead man's cheek. "He seemed harmless enough."
"Everyone we kill will seem harmless." I smirked. She puffed again on that cigarette and then tossed it to the floor. I noticed it ignite the worn carpeting. I didn't mention it. She wiped the blood from her cheek and smeared it on the dead man's shirt.
"This place is going to go up in flames in a few minutes." She declared standing and I was given the chance to admire her backside as she walked out of the hotel room. I followed her calmly; smoke billowing out of the room from behind us. She didn't look back over her shoulder at the flames.
We made it out before the building collapsed on us. I don't know if anyone else made it out and to be honest I didn't really care, they were unimportant.
"Are you going to accept?" I asked, leaning against a tree watching the fire erupt from the timbers that used to be the Inn of Ill Omen. She turned my way, her long hair falling over her shoulder towards her chest.
"Of course I accept." She smiled at me and flipped her long ebony hair off her shoulder. The slightly curly locks settled on her back and got mixed up in the quiver of arrows.
"Go to Cheydinhal and the abandoned house. You will be asked a question. Answer, Sanguine, my brother." And with that I cast an invisibility spell and faded away. I watched her watch the building burn and when the fires finally faded to cinders she lit another cigarette in the ashes and started towards Cheydinhal, ignoring the fact that there were roads. I grunted and followed her towards Cheydinhal with intent to go to my fort.
I was in for the long run with this girl I realized with a start. Fuck.