"Now they show up!" she snapped through gritted teeth.
"They might as well continue to stay in the shadows!"
"Do you really think you can take King Zyren on your own? You tried to kill him once, and he was more than magnanimous for not splitting your throat open!" Verret pointed out.
"Who's to say that he wouldn't do more for something less?" Verret asked.
"If you get us all we want, you'll have our support and—"
"I don't need it!" Aira snapped, not seeing a need to let him finish since everything that came out of his mouth sounded disgusting to her ears.
"They can keep their help!" she told him, even as she turned around to leave—but not before tossing the sword in her hand in his direction. He easily avoided it with more ease than she would have liked.
But at that point, Aira didn't care. All she cared about was leaving—only to hear him continue speaking, his words buzzing like a bee, slithering into her ears whether she wanted to hear them or not.
