Familiar Silhouette

Aiden took a step back, his fingers still curled tightly, his breath evening out as the stinging from the scratches settled into a dull ache. His eyes stayed locked onto Emmeranne.

"What game are you playing?" he snapped. "If this is some intimidation tactic, you better stop now."

Aiden conjured up flames.

Emmeranne didn't react immediately. She merely blinked at him, arms loose at her sides, like she wasn't the least bit fazed by his accusation.

Aiden took a step forward, fire flickering at his fingertips. "Lopt knows it was you who killed Savion. What, because I'm a Chase you'll kill me too?"

That got a reaction. A small one. A barely noticeable flicker of something in her dark eyes.

Then, her lips parted, and she let out a breath.

"You never took my advice. I told you not to trust Lopt."

"You-" His voice came out rough, his throat dry.