"Where are you going?"
Lillian’s voice halted Aldric in his step and he turned around to face the human, his brows shot up in annoyance. He turned around to face her and she frowned at him.
Among all of the humans that Aldric has encountered since coming here, she was the most cunning and calculating. Right now, she was studying him, and judging from the way she wrapped her arms around her chest, Aldric knew she had sensed something was unnatural about him.
However, this was amusing to Aldric and he decided to continue with his pretense, eager to know how she would blow his cover.
He answered with a docile tone, lowering his eyes and refusing to meet her curious gaze, "I want to go find my big sister,"
"Really? Is that where you’re going, you cursed thing?!" She lifted her hands and hurled a white substance at him.
Unperturbed, Aldric stared down at the white crystals sticking to his body. His lips curled up, she poured salt at him.
He burst into laughter, brushing the salt from his body, "Humans and their foolish tales, you think a mere salt is enough to repel me? I thought you were smarter than this, Lillian?"
At the mention of her name, she brandished a dagger and swung it threateningly at him, "Don’t you dare come close to me or I’ll stab you with this. It is iron."
"Oh." Aldric was beginning to like this challenge. He asked her, not hiding anything this time, "How did you find out that I am Fae."
She sneered, "You bewitched my sister. Remy would never spend time looking after a poor thing like you. But you turned her into your servant with whatever wretched magic you possess. Then the village chief, was it a coincidence that the one who could find your so-called parents died in his sleep the same night you arrived? And then Ryder.... "
There was a hitch in her breath as she mentioned him and Aldric sensed the emotion as fear. Good, she was supposed to be afraid of him.
"You ripped him apart, killed him brutally. While the villagers cover it up as an animal attack, we all know the obvious answer and unlike others, I am not ready to die!" She lunged at him with the dagger and Aldric sighed, this was getting old.
Before Lillian could get within an inch of him, he moved from his position and his movement was a blur because the next thing Lillian knew, she was pinned against the wall with a hand curled around her throat.
"Foolish mortal," Aldric growled low, no longer in child form but his full size, "Just because you were born after the wars and was unable to witness the destruction our kind brought upon you lowly humans before they learned how to fight back doesn’t give you the right to look down on me."
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