“What the hell?!” Ailith burst into her room. Alex was comfortably lounging on her couch eating a bag of chips. By now, she had gotten used to his constant presence and was pretty much over his betrayal. She just accepted that he was an unreasonable jerk.

He paused only for a second before throwing her a glance and resuming. “What?”

“You put my name in the newspaper?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“YOU PUT MY NAME IN THE FREAKING NEWSPAPER!”

“Your point?”

“Did you ever think to ask me what I thought about it?”

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He sighed as if he were talking to a child. “When have I or rather, Clarice ever asked you for your opinion?”

She huffed an annoyed breath and plopped on her bed. “Jerk.” she muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Alex popped another chip in his mouth.

“Get out of my room.”

“From the way I see it, you are in no position to order me around.”

Ailith screamed in frustration and grabbing an ornate ball from her nightstand, threw it at him. 

He dodged it easily and smirked. “You know, for an assassin, you don’t have very good ai-” The ball bounced off the wall behind him and smacked Alex on the head. 

Mirroring his smirk, Ailith lay back on her bed. From her position, she could hear him spit out a string of curses as he rubbed at his head. Her smirk broadened. “Jerk.”

He got up, most likely to lecture her but she was saved as an abrupt knock sounded at the door. Grateful to her savior, Ailith sprang up. “I’ll get it.”

She opened the door. Standing there was a group of menacing guards. Ourbornthian guards. Her gut churned. “What do you want?”