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The alley smelled of blood and gunpowder. Smoke curled in the air from the wreckage behind them, bodies scattered across the pavement.
Georgie reloaded her gun with smooth precision, not sparing Ethan a glance. He leaned against the brick wall, wiping blood off his knife with the kind of practiced ease that made her grit her teeth.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
We don't have time for this, Ethan.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Make time, Adler. You don't walk into a deal blind, and you don't go into a war without knowing who's pulling the strings.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
You think I don't know that?
Ethan Aviel (ml)
I think you are too busy playing your fathers game to see the bigger picture.
She turned to him then, stepping closer, the dim streetlight casting shadows across her face.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
And what’s the bigger picture, Aviel? Enlighten me.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Whoever put the hit on you isn't just after power. They want you to suffer first.
A slow smirk tugged her lips
Georgie May Adler (fl)
That's cute. People have been trying to make me suffer my whole life.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
And yet, here you are. Still standing.
His voice was quieter this time, almost thoughtful. For a brief second, there was something unreadable in his expression—before it vanished.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Oh? I thought you didn't take sides.
Ethan took a step closer, invading her space like it was his right. The air between them thickened.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
I don't. But I do pick fights. And this one? Feels personal
Her finger tapped against the trigger of her gun, thoughtful.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Then lets make them regret it.
He huffed a low chuckle, his lips curving into something dangerously close to amusement.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Now you're speaking my language.
Ready to join their journey.
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