Clicking heels. Crimson ginger hair straight and sleek like polished fire. Blue eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She was dressed head-to-toe in high fashion, some exclusive European label, no doubt. Fitted cream suit that hugged her like a second skin, heels tall enough to be a weapon, and a purse that probably cost someone's yearly salary.
She spotted Kael and smiled.
Not the polite kind.
The I know you intimately and I'm going to rub it in everyone's face kind.
"Darling," she cooed as she sauntered over, ignoring me like I was just another piece of furniture. "You have no idea how excited I've been to meet you again."
Again?
My stomach twisted. My feet stayed planted.
Kael was stone-still beside me, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cool, laced with warning.
But before the silence could deepen,
She jumped.