@frogcase liked a starter call! (mina ha)
"Oh! Good. Just who I wanted to see!"
If the loud mix of incredulity and hostility in her voice hadn't been enough to sell Mina's sarcasm, the sharpness to her eyes might have done as much, as they land a face Mina last saw in the papers proclaiming its owner's death.
If there was a single moment that shattered Mina's perfect future, it was when Arin Fairfax let a stupid bullet get through their stupid body.
Of course, they've been the last thing on her mind in the aftermath. For all that she'd fumed about how unfair it was that her ticket into the highest society had been assassinated shortly after the fact, the somewhat-recent changes she'd gladly submitted herself to had diverted the direction of her endless passions.
Mina hadn't forgotten Arin, so to speak. Her mind had just been elsewhere, aimed at sights that were higher than anything Fairfax could have possibly promised her. In clawing her way through Vampiric society, there wasn't much room to think about the life she'd lived before. Even now, when divisions have started snaking their way through every part of New York City and the whispers of a ritual have found Mina flitting around the edges of its two sides, searching for an 'in', her sights have been set firmly on her future.
Now, of course, the reason for her disadvantage comes crashing back.
"You'd better have one hell of a reason to show your face in the city now," Mina hisses. The new, hungrier side of her reminds her—as it ever does—that she could take her rekindled anger out on them quickly, and easily. "Instead of, I don't know, back when you'd have actually been useful. If you weren't going to stay dead, and all."
