you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

The assassin had been entirely content to walk out of that warehouse without even a glance back at Tetradore. Even when he's cussing after her, the woman has the audacity to raise her hand and wave him off as if he were nothing more than a stranger to her. Vhalla sensed him behind her too late just as she was crossing that threshold; she doesn't even have a moment to wrench her hand out of his grip before he roughly drags her back inside the warehouse and slams her against the wall. Containing that fury that so threatened to burst from her, she instead replaces that anger with a lazy smile as she peers into his raging features. That anger sent a thrill through her! She had never seen so much emotion from Tetradore! Still, that sardonic smile remains, "Did you want to continue where we left off all those weeks ago?" she purrs at him darkly even going so far to let her eyes trail the length of his purely male form, regarding the night he spent naked in her bed.

His next words have that mask of dark humor falling away, replaced with a scathing rage, her eyes narrowing in return as she yanks her hand away from his grip, taking a step forward into his personal space. That purely male arrogance that so coated his lyrics has her barreling farther down into that anger she so kept at bay, allowing it to rise to her features until her eyes were very nearly burning with that flame she repressed within herself. "Don't you dare lay claim to me," she hisses through clenched teeth, "The moment I am free from Ivan I will find somewhere in this shithole of a world where no one has ever heard of Sacrosanct or the name Ivan Popov. I am no one's possession, understand?" she snarls out at him just as he pushes her away. She refused to be constrained to anyone else. Perhaps she had entirely misunderstood him but that arrogance that she would belong to him made her seethe.

"I would rather kill myself than be shackled to someone again," those words rang true and she had no doubt that Tet wouldn't believe her. It wasn't a threat to end her own life, it was merely a promise.

As he stalks across the warehouse, she has half a mind to slip out the door yet her mind is roiling with Tetradore's words. She doesn't have a moment to take a step before he's prowling back to her, his form practically shouting irritation at her, yet, Vhalla couldn't find it in herself to care. She barely has time to wrap her arms around the crate as its roughly shoved into her arms. Juggling the wooden box, she shoots a glare at Tet that would send lesser men running from her. Setting it on the ground, she sets a hand on her hip in that very Vhalla-like manner as she scowls at the man who had been so prominent in her life as of late.

When he snarls at her in response to cleaning up her own mess, Vhalla folds her arms over her chest, her movements practically shouting "no" at him. She could still feel that rage boiling within her, where it had come from was a mystery and all she wanted to do at this very moment was to punch this man. The way he spoke to her! No one had dared to speak to her that way before, much less turned their back on her while she was a simmering body of emotions. The assassin wouldn't throw a dagger at the back of his head, but she very nearly thought about removing her boot and throwing it at him.

And it was with that thought that the white-haired woman somehow found her boot in her hand and she was throwing it at him with such speed and accuracy it thunked off the back of his head. How he ignored her! It pissed her off! Snarling, her face entirely feral she storms towards him with only one boot on, not caring if he decided to rip her to shreds at this moment. She comes to a halt just in front of him, looking up at him with wrathful eyes, "I'm not an idiot, you prick, I didn't out you any money. The other half of your money is in the fucking car, so why don't you get your head out of your ass and stop being a god damn jackass," she snaps at him, her hand gesturing to the vehicle now behind her. She should have been dead the moment that boot left her hand. She should have been dead twice over the moment those words left her mouth.

Vhalla was beyond caring.

She had watched from her view in the rafters, another briefcase hidden away in the back of the vehicle. The assassin only knew there was money in there because one of the guards had snapped it shut quickly before stepping out of the car. Just because she was Ivan's pet didn't mean she didn't know how to get around his orders. After arriving here and realizing who she would be interfering with, the assassin knew exactly what Ivan was doing. He wanted to rile Tetradore, for what reason, Vhalla wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was for this very reason, so that Ivan could find a way to eliminate Tet through Vhalla, yet, Ivan had no idea that Vhalla wouldn't lift a blade against Tetradore. Though wrathful, she had no desire to harm the Were-King. She merely wanted to check that male arrogance. And with those regards, perhaps she had pushed him too far this time.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered