He tensed, recognizing her voice, and turned. "Hello, Alanna."
She looked luscious tonight – he was sure that the straight guys at the club were going mad. "Would you like to dance?" she asked, clearly trying to be endearing.
Ryan shielded as best he could. Couldn't let on that he'd far rather wring her neck than take her hand. "No, thank you. I don't feel like dancing right now."
She sat down beside him, crossing her legs at the ankle. "I thought you always loved dancing."
"I don't want to right now,"
"You don't want to dance with me," she said quietly.
Something in her voice made Ryan look back at her. She refused to meet his gaze, hugging her arms… she looked… sad.
"You don't like me," she shrugged, biting her lip.
Gods. Alanna acting like a person.
But then she looked up with renewed purpose, with her old cruel smile. "I could make you like me," she purred.
He shuddered with revulsion. "You know when I first heard you say that?"
"The night of the Purges. To Michael Halloran. Right before you killed him."
"Ah." She touched her throat, stroked the velvet band. That was… regrettable. The others were fairly certain that he wouldn't bow to me, but… I wanted to try."
"Just one try? And then you had to kill him?"
"I was angry!" she protested.
He stared at her, momentarily speechless. "You killed a man because you were angry that he turned you down."
"Well, that's not all of it. He was opposing me. He wouldn't acknowledge me. It had to be done. I was just… hoping that I could sway him rather than kill him." She was looking away again. Was that regret?
"I've turned you down, Alanna," he said, measuring each word. "Why haven't you killed me?"
She looked back at him, flipping her hair. "Because you acknowledge me. House Lhri'nahr recognizes me as the true Lishaya. You… you don't like me. But you support me."
She looked… younger than her years, just then. He had to remind himself who she was. "Alanna. The Purges. You killed… so many people."
Her eyes hardened. "Bartomn. Tamra. They resisted me, Ryan. I had to put them in their place. A show of force."
"You killed every Tamrani woman in Shayara!"
"Because of Jessamyn! That bitch! I had to show them. The rest of them. There is no Kithraya of House Tamra but me."
He sighed and looked out at the dance floor. She fell silent.
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