"Wake up! I have hangover food!" Lysandra screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping on the king sized bed in Aelin's room,
"I swear to god Lysandra that if you don't get the hell off my bed I will murder you" Lysandra leaped off the bed in one second, gracefully landing on the floor.
"Still have hangover food" Aelin opened one eye, then got up and grabbed the food munching while she asked,
"Why aren't you hungover?"
"Today we go get Wesley!"
"That doesn't explain why you aren't hungover"
"Oh, that. I took two advils and three espresso shots." Lysandra confessed. "I am not going to see Wesley looking half dead. Speaking of which, what do you think?" Lysandra spun around and Aelin examined the outfit; a white high end tight crop top with see through long sleeves paired with loose ripped jeans and white high heels. Her hair was spun into a bun with a few strands out on each side side and minimal makeup, mascara, highlighter, ad clear lip gloss.
"Yes, you look amazing. Can you choose an outfit for me?" Aelin motioned to her walk in closet that was filled with designer brands.
"Of course babe" Lysandra started rummaging through the expensive pieces in Aelin's closet. She finally picked out a burgundy halter top with a dipping neck line, light wash shorts, and black open toed strappy thin heeled stilettos. She then went to Aelin's jewelry and picked out five thin gold necklaces that each had a small design or word at the bottom. She also grabbed a pair of enormous but thin gold hoop earrings and a gold ring the queen of assassins had gotten from the president's son.
Aelin grinned at the choices and quickly got dressed. Making sure her slightly wavy hair was prim and perfect as well. Lysandra examined the gold ring that glittered on the assassin's fourth finger.
"So are you and Havilliard married or what?" the assassin smiled,
"No, gods no. we're taking our relationship slow. It's only been a few months. He just got me a ring as a promise type of thing." Aelin grinned, examining the blue emerald that was wrapped in gold.
"Omg, I'm so happy for you and everything but if we don't leave now we're going to be late." The young assassin pushed Aelin out the door, grabbing both their bags before it slammed.
Rowan's legs were shaking by the time the doctor came out. She looked at Rowan and he realized he probably looked like shit with his tired eyes and messy hair, mostly the blood that was splattered on his outfit.
"Are you Mr Whitethorn?" The woman asked, he quickly got up,
"Rowan." he said, shaking her hand, the doctor smiled.
"Nice to meet you Rowan, my name is Selma and I am one of the surgeons that operated on your wife."
"Will she be alright?"
"We don't know yet, our best surgeon was also operating on her and will be out here in a few minutes to answer any more questions." The woman smiled, by the looks of it she was young and probably new. He sat back down and the woman disappeared.
A minute later a woman and a man walked in. The woman wearing what he assumed to be a casual designer outfit and high heels while the man wore the most casual thing possible. The woman was smiling and hugging him while the man looked in pain.
They neared him enough so that he could hear their conversation.
"Did you have to make enemies in prison? Why couldn't you have just said casual goodbyes. What did you do to that man anyway? He looked like he wanted to kill you" The woman said, brushing away the imaginary lint from his shirt.
"I wasn't making enemies. Look, Lysandra, I just got out of jail and I think my foot is broken so if we could please sit down and you can scold me later?" The woman - Lysandra - swallowed her words and pursed her lips as she sat down a seat away from Rowan. The man looked through a magazine.
"Ah! Aelin!" Lysandra called, Rowan not-so-secretly looked at their conversation.
"Lys!" A voice called back. Rowan looked at the woman, her golden hair swung from side to side, revealing gold hoop earrings and high cheekbones. If Rowan could make Fenrys perfect woman it would be her; It wasn't what she was wearing - which was obviously designer - or the color of her hair, it was the energy she gave off, Wild and daring yet strong and powerful.
The new woman sat down right next to Rowan without even looking at him, she looked at the man and snorted,
"You look worse for wear. What did you do? Murder someone on your way out?"
"Right back at you, Aelin" he grinned widely, "I heard you got rid of Hamel, and I believe I owe you thanks,"
"It was nothing, don't worry about it, he had it coming" Rowan grimaced as he grabbed a magazine and looked at it, his head flying around wondering what these people were talking about.
"Excuse me, are you talking about Arobynn Hamel?" he asked, cutting into the blonde woman's - Aelin's - story. She turned to him and gave a feline smile,
"What's it to you?" Rowan debated telling them he was part of the FBI but decided against it, guessing he would also end up in one of the rooms.
"Just overheard your conversation."
Lysandra muttered something that sounded like "Ya don't say, curious bystander"
"Then shove i-" Aelin cut herself off when she spotted another woman walking their way. The woman had a doctor's coat and held a notepad. Rowan's heart skipped a beat, Lyria.
"Wesley-" she started, the man strained a smile and shook her hand, "follow me" he did, Rowan's heart plummeted.
"Excuse me," The doctor stopped and turned to face Rowan "Have you heard any news regarding Lyria Whitethorn? She's a patient" the doctor looked stricken.
"I am very sorry to inform you, She died in the midst of surgery, her baby didn't make it either. I'm sorry for your loss." the room blurred into a mesh of white,
She's dead.
She's dead.
Lyria Whitethorn is dead.
