Aithne had been sitting with her duffle bag at the front door of the apartment complex for fifteen minutes waiting for Aaron. She knew that he would be a few minutes late, but she had a schedule to follow. Not everyone had the luxury of people kissing their butt so that it didn't matter if they were late. In fact, most people didn't even associate themselves with Aithne.
"Hello," Aaron greeted cheerfully. She forced a smile, knowing that the council would have her head if she mistreated their prince. "So what do we do first?" She looked at him for a moment, honestly wondering if he was stupid.
"We settle in the apartment." He nodded his head as though he'd known. Suddenly his eyes widened.
"Apartment? As in single? As in one?" She couldn't help but smirk at his reaction.
"You're supposed to be the devil's advocate and you're worried about staying in an apartment with a girl?" Aithne commented sarcastically. He wasn't like the others had been. Then again, she wasn't like most werewolves either.
"Well…No. No. One apartment will be fine." She'd finally gotten a taxi to stop when he said, "Shouldn't we take our own car?"
"Unless you plan on walking." He mustered up his bags, plopping them into the taxi trunk.
"We can't take my car?" he questioned. More like cars. He had three. While the rest of the werewolves busted their butts working for food in this city, he got whatever he wanted.
"We're going for stealth. Blend in. You car definitely doesn't fit that category." He shrugged his shoulders, sliding into the back seat of the taxi. He looked at Aithne for a moment, actually taking in her physical appearance. He'd heard so many stories about her, that he forgot that she was an actual female. Aithne had pulled he long, curly brown hair back into a ponytail, uncaring of the loose strands. Her face was special, in a way, but no makeup was upon her face; and her face was a natural tan, something that just seemed to fit her. The rest of her was covered, a hoodie and loose jeans hiding her frame from him. But she's suit him for the time away from home. He licked his lips in anticipation for the next few months of living with Aithne.
"You alright?" she questioned, bringing him out of his staring. For a moment, he looked shocked.
"Yeah, just zoning out," he assured her. She nodded her head, then took to staring out the window. Despite his reply, she knew that he'd been looking at her. Like she was a piece of meat. Aaron was bound to no one. The leader never was. He could have anyone that he pleased. Once they got to the apartment complex where they'd be staying, Aaron couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"We're staying here?" he asked, not quite believing it. It wasn't as though it were the slums. In fact, it was a middle class apartment complex, that had a pretty decent pool.
"What, too fancy for you?" Aaron was shocked by Aithne's sarcasm. He wasn't used to people taking that tone of voice with him. At first, he thought he'd let it slide, but now he somehow knew that she was making fun of him.
As they approached the elevator he stated. "You're not supposed to talk to me in that tone."
"Not supposed to, but I do anyway," she fired back.
"Not allowed to," he countered. She was suddenly silent. He felt somewhat uncomfortable with the silence, as though she were punishing him for his order. Once they were inside the elevator, on their way to the fifth floor, she graced his ears with her voice.
"Just because you can order someone around doesn't mean that you have power. What happens if the council is gone? Are you that much stronger than everyone else alone?" Aaron was taken aback by her comment. The very thought over overtaking him was treason. A reason to be put to death. Things with his new roommate weren't going well.
"The council won't abandon me," he managed to stutter. "They've been with me this far, they'll be with me until the end."
"You mean until you're called back to hell…"
"You mean until we're-"
"Who says I'm going back?"