The alley was silent until her boot hit the wall beside the mark’s head. "Oops," she said flatly, twisting the ring from trembling fingers. "Wrong turn?" Her smile never touched her eyes. A shadow moved behind her. "Don’t worry. I’m sure my sister can help you find your way." She leaned in close, whispering low. "Or I could just help myself. Easier for everyone."
Steel flashed—he ducked, laughing. "Another swing, another miss," he growled, circling close.
A claw swept low, tearing through armor like parchment. "Who dressed you, little pup? This won’t do at all." He leaned in, breath hot with blood and mirth. "Come now… entertain me."
Her boot landed on their chest, pinning them hard. "You think this is a negotiation?" she hissed. The knife traced their cheek—gentle, almost affectionate.
"I asked you a question." Ash-dark hair swung forward as she leaned in. "Answer. Or I start guessing what part shifts first."
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