She folded her arms over her chest, a scowl settling onto her face. “I don’t like it.”
Kiht’a’s patience was already wearing thin. He folded a fist up and planted it on his hip. “You don’t have to like it, Shofie, you just have to agree to it.”
They stood inside of Rhen’s lavish office, the entirety of the room designed to impress guests. Kiht’a was unimpressed, however, and remained irritable and bristly as ever. Rhen was seated casually in his chair, his feet kicked up onto the desk, his face propped up on one hand as he watched the exchange between the pair.
Shofie looked to Rhen for an answer, but his face was set in it’s usual stoic, calm, unreadable countenance. He wasn’t going to give her an easy out on this.
She scrunched her face up into a pout, and focused on the green bottle across the room intently, not wanting to look at either of the men. Both men allowed her a moment of silence as she mulled over her options.
Kiht’a was there to help them deal with the stolen amulet. Kiht’a was an astonishingly accomplished mage in his own right, and he knew about the amulet and how dangerous it was, and he knew better than anyone else how to contain it, to safely handle it. Even Shofie, for all her research on the subject, had learned only that it was dangerous to handle, and it required a seal of magic to be dealt with safely.
The amulet had been entrusted to The Wolves for safekeeping, but before they could claim it from their contact for storage in their vault, it’d been intercepted and stolen from the courier. They needed to get it back from the thief who’d stolen it, presumably before they used it and caused even more trouble.
Shofie frowned more, her jaw flexing as she ground her teeth. The green bottle was half-full.
Kiht’a, powerful as he was with magic, also wasn’t very suited for fighting, and needed protection to even get the amulet. He needed their help, much as he hated to ask her, of all people, for it. Shofie hated that she was the one getting roped into doing it. There really weren’t many people better suited to protecting people than she was, and they both knew it.
“Ugh.” She relented, bring her eyes up to Kiht’a. He’d never taken his eyes off her, waiting for her decision.
“You’re an absolute prick, you know that, right?”
She heard a soft snort from Rhen. Shofie never really was one to pull punches, if she didn’t like someone, they knew it. Shofie definitely did not like Kiht’a.
She unfolded her arms, and extended her hand, making a big show of it. “Fine! Fine. I’ll play nice. Happy?”
Kiht’a stepped toward her, towering over her, taking her offered hand. “Alright. You protect me, and I’ll make sure the amulet is sealed.”
She crushed his hand as she shook it. He flinched but didn’t withdraw from her. She spoke between gritted teeth.
“Bargain struck, Kiht’a Nbolo. But if I find out this is a trick, I’ll kill you myself, assuming the amulet doesn’t first.”
He looked offended. “Ugh, please, I’ve better things to do than steal from you and yours.”
He gave Rhen a wary glance. “Especially yours.”
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