The brooch he had used to play a game with her should now keep her safe? A thought that she despised.
Maybe I'm a little pissed that MC is so chill with him.. like.. fight him..be as mean as you are with Rafayel
He had instructed her to put the brooch on whenever she entered the N109 zone. To protect her, to ward off danger and to keep dodgy characters away from her.
As if she would listen to him.
Secretly, she firmly believed that there was some kind of transmitter hidden in the brooch. All too often Sylus knew where she was, what exactly she was doing and what had happened. She was surprised that he hadn't mentioned this immediately when he handed it over, as he usually didn't bother to hide the fact that he was watching her. Her curses and her anger when she found out were his amusement.
Up to this point, however, neither the twins nor Mephisto had turned up - a fact that led her to conclude that she was getting better at avoiding his watchful eye. Not that she needed his protection anyway. With each visit to the zone, she managed to blend in better and get the information she needed. Sylus would vehemently disagree, arguing that her visits almost always ended in a brawl brought on by her hot temper.
But Sylus basically contradicted everything she said. That didn't change the fact that she was fine on her own.
"You're not wearing your brooch, sweety," he addressed her the moment he stepped round the corner of the house, "how am I supposed to protect you if you can't even follow the simplest of instructions?"
"Not at all," was her snappy reply, one sentence from him enough to make the blood boil in her veins, "I'll be fine."
"I saw that the last time you raided my medicine cabinet and smeared blood all over my expensive furniture."
Slowly, step by step, he moved towards her, coming to a stop far too close. Of course.
"You're exaggerating Sylus. As usual."
Instead of taking a step back, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and blinked up at him, teeth clenched.
But he didn't respond to her words in any way, instead pressing his index finger against her chest, just above her heart: "This is exactly where it should be. My brooch."
Before his grin could spread any further across his face, she slapped his hand away, eyes glittering with anger.
But this only made Sylus laugh: "Get your claws back in, kitten. I'm only here to stand by your side in this dangerous place."
"You're here to get on my nerves," she flung back and turned away abruptly.
"Weren't you just going the other way?" His eyebrow shot up in amusement.
"Not if you're there," she stomped off defiantly. If he wouldn't leave her alone, she would just come back another day.
"Such stubbornness doesn't go well with your pretty face, sweety," Sylus called after her, earning him an outstretched middle finger.
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