Omg. Sorry for taking so long! But we're back! I reviewed 2 of your comments (Because you are pretty much the only two):
@Lex133: Sorry, but it isn't him. He's still back in the room with the rest of the cadre, tho that could've been interesting, I admit.
@Flamingcrown: Yes! Exactly! I think you are the only one who guessed it!
Thank you both and the other people who commented for taking the time! Love ya!
Anyway, I'm super happy that y'all like it and I hope to post more soon.
(At this point, I don't really know what's happening)
Enjoy!
"I hope you blew them away with your acting because we both know you can't with your stunning personality."
Aelin paused, fingers inches away from the door and let out a low, humorless laugh, tilting her head back.
She inhaled deeply before responding, "Just like you did to win over Arborynn?"
From her periphery, the figure shifted, huffing indignantly, but she said, "I didn't have to grovel at his feet in order to win his favor."
Aelin grinned maliciously, flicked a strand of golden hair of her shoulder, and twirled around to face Lysandra who wore a similarly devious smile.
Her friend wore a tight black top with a diagonal, gold zipper that accentuated her figure and tight leather pants with matching high heeled boots. Lysandra's long-lashed, emerald eyes crinkled when they met Aelin's.
Aelin let out a whistle and made a show of looking the Lysandra up and down before saying "You look better than when I saw you last."
Lysandra's red smile turned into a smirk. "You look pretty dressed up yourself." She snickered and glanced at the males who were now walking down the hall towards them. Lysandra turned back to Aelin with a small grimace, not disguising the small glance she dropped toward Aelin's wrist.
"That one with the green eyes has eyes that could cut stone. What happened?" Lysandra asked conspiratorially and directed Aelin's gaze to Rowan with a slight nod in his direction. The male was indeed pissy looking, though most of the others looked to be in a decent enough mood. Fenrys even decided to drop a wink at her along with a silly smile.
Though Aelin smiled back at the flirty male, when she turned to Lysandra, she could feel her expression sour. Lysandra must have seen her change of expression because she laughed, though nothing had been said, and began guiding them through the door.
Aelin felt Rowan's gaze on the back of her head all the while and could almost feel his thundering, furious heartbeat through their soulmate bond, but maybe that was her own heartbeat. Her bare feet hit the pavement smoothly and methodically, as if she were wearing her high heels instead of scraping her feet on the cement. She kept her back straight and gaze forward all the way to the car and didn't look in the male's direction until they were out of sight.
Aelin hadn't completely lied when she'd said that she had to meet Aedion, it just wasn't the business meeting Maeve and her males were expecting.
Lysandra had attempted to make conversation in the car ride to the bar, but Aelin did not want to discuss Rowan or the Soulmate bond. She just wanted to curl up in a chair with a fuzzy blanket and read a romantic (smutty) book. Lysandra had gone silent by the time they pulled up at the bar and Aelin had fallen into a quiet, killing rage, a feeling that had gotten her though many tough situations without help and a feeling that would continue to do so.
It was nearly five o'clock when she strutted through the front door and down the personel stairs leading into the ring, still garbed in all of her finery with Lysandra hot on her heels. Aelin flung her heels to the side and made a beeline to the locker rooms, avoiding the small crowd that had already gathered around the illegal fighting pit.
The pit was sweaty and damp from the alchohol and revelers. A small ring that was cut just below the floor sat in the center of it all, if you fell in, you were fair game. Dim lights hung from the ceiling and a bar sat at the opposite end of the lockers. Lysandra already sat at one of the stools halfheartedly flirting with one of the scruffy looking males who thought he could last a night in the pit. He'd probably be chewed and spit out within an inch of his life.
She made it to her locker, twisting the lock, and flinging the door to the side before Aedion found her.
"You're late."
She rolled her eyes, stuffing her duffle onto her shoulder and shoved past him to the crappy bathroom in the very back of the room.
A hand came down on her shoulder and she halted so suddenly, Aedion barely avoided running into her back. He managed to look her in the eyes for a moment before saying, "You're not in a good mood to butt heads with someone. Clean up and go home." His turquoise eyes, twins to hers, were serious and commanding and he had a stubborn set to his jaw. She'd seen the same look on her face many times before, the face that wouldn't back down. However, she had a fuck-ton of anger and aggression to release.
Aelin shook her head. "I'm fine. I can do this." She knew her own face was blank, and dark, and frightening, but she didn't have the motivation to fake a smile right now. "Let me have this," she told him, though it was more of a statement than a plea.
He moved away from her, hands raised in the air, and golden hair glittering in the dim light. "Fine. Suit yourself."
She'd already turned away by the time he finished his sentence.
Ooh, the next chapter gon be spicy, also sorry if it sucked. Hopefully that wasn't too bad of a cliffhanger.
Thank you guys for waiting for the release of this chapter and I want to thank you again for being so frickin amazing. I love ya'll and I hope I can post again soon (I have a lot of homework so Idk if that will happen, but I'll try!)
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