Afa stood beside Alaric, her black hair loose, her open shirt showing off her curves, her mini skirt and stockings sharp against the neon glow. Her hand rested easy on his shoulder, like she belonged there, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.
*Step… step…* Her boots clicked on the stone floor as she stepped forward, waving a hand with a smug little smile. "Hello, Austin," she said, her voice light and teasing, like we were old friends catching up.
My throat locked up, my voice stuck for a sec before I forced it out. "Afa…" I said, my eyes narrowing as I leaned forward, gripping the bars. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She tilted her head, resting a finger on her chin like she was thinking it over. "Nothing," she said, casual as anything. "Just serving my lord, like I always have." Her smirk grew, her hand patting Alaric's shoulder, and he grinned, his jagged teeth glinting under the lights.
