Aelin braced her arms on the desk, after a week of putting up with the three men, she was going to snap. The relationship between Chaol, Aedion, and Rowan had not improved in the slightest. Both Chaol and Aedion had found a common enemy, Rowan. She and Rowan had found it hilarious, that was for the first thirty minutes. Their constant attempts to separate them had her an inch away from breaking their necks. She scowled and bit her lip.
Behind her where the three men stood, Rowan watching her closely with weary eyes, Aedion standing straight, Choal interjected "I just think it would be better if I went with you, instead of Row-"
"Enough!" she shouted, slamming her palms on the hard wood. If she could access her power the room would aflame. Rowan started towards her. She slumped into the desk chair, swinging her legs onto the the table. Rowan stood in front of her, not close enough to invade her space, but close enough to reach for her. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Letting her head fall back, she was dimly aware that her foot was twitching, trying to dispel some of the fiery anger.
"I am tired of your pathetic bullshit" she said slowly. Aedion and Choal stood there, wondering if they had gone too far. She lifted her head and grinned, then she chuckled, exhaling. And as she abandoned her last thread of sanity she threw her head back and laughed. Leaning back in her chair. There was no humor in that laugh, and even Rowan was shocked. Then it abruptly stopped, she opened her eyes, glazed and looking at something none of them could see. In a rhythmic movement she stood and stalked gleefully into her bedroom.
"I need to go for a... walk" she said smirking, and then disappeared into the bedroom. The men stood there, eyes wide. Not sure what had happened.
Moments later she emerged, the numb gleeful grin still on her lips. She was clad in tight leather, not leaving much to the imagination. She had series of daggers and throwing knifes strapped to her hips, arms, and legs.
Rowan's eyes traveled up and down her body, slowly they reduced to their normal size. "I don't think we have the same definition of t'walk'." he said his voice cool and collected.
"Yes, I doubt we do" her grin only grew as she swaggered to the door swinging it open, she looked back, her eyes still glazed. "Don't wait up." And slammed the door behind her.
Just a little teaser I guess, felt like doing some bedtime writing.