10-24-2020, 07:28 PM
Her eyes trailed up alongside Nox as he stood. Slowly. A smirk hovered for the uncertainty he showed at leaving her alone with Rafael, a flash of dark challenge in her expression for the hesitancy in his. The moment she heard the thud of his feet against the stairs, she laughed, running her finger idle around the lip of the bottle.
“You’re winding him up on purpose,” Rafael said. His arms were folded now, and he rested back in his seat. The golden curls on his head were tousled like he’d run a frustrated hand through them, and a frown tugged his lips, but there was still that concern pushing his brows together.
Ori tipped her shoulder into a negligent shrug. “He makes it too easy.”
Rafael sighed, and glanced at the stairs.
She suspected he would try to coddle the feelings from her now, and she didn’t want to hear it. So she didn’t give him the chance. Oriena swiveled around in her seat, set the vodka bottle aside, and folded her arms on the table. Dark hair curled down her shoulders like smoke. The look she gave him was a lascivious tease, but if it was a flirtation, it was belied by the thing she said next. “The last time I saw Kasun, Ilya had him. He fought in the ring. A crooked cop called Sarkozy nearly killed him.”
Rafael blinked, surprised. But so far as Oriena was concerned, a favour deserved a favour. At least when it suited her. And there was a reason she imparted the information to Rafael, and not to Nox.
“He’s bad news, you know. The Syndicate want him dead. Yun Kao herself. Among others, I’m sure.”
“You’re winding him up on purpose,” Rafael said. His arms were folded now, and he rested back in his seat. The golden curls on his head were tousled like he’d run a frustrated hand through them, and a frown tugged his lips, but there was still that concern pushing his brows together.
Ori tipped her shoulder into a negligent shrug. “He makes it too easy.”
Rafael sighed, and glanced at the stairs.
She suspected he would try to coddle the feelings from her now, and she didn’t want to hear it. So she didn’t give him the chance. Oriena swiveled around in her seat, set the vodka bottle aside, and folded her arms on the table. Dark hair curled down her shoulders like smoke. The look she gave him was a lascivious tease, but if it was a flirtation, it was belied by the thing she said next. “The last time I saw Kasun, Ilya had him. He fought in the ring. A crooked cop called Sarkozy nearly killed him.”
Rafael blinked, surprised. But so far as Oriena was concerned, a favour deserved a favour. At least when it suited her. And there was a reason she imparted the information to Rafael, and not to Nox.
“He’s bad news, you know. The Syndicate want him dead. Yun Kao herself. Among others, I’m sure.”
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