Kiara blew her hair out of her face. It fell right back to where it was, but she hardly noticed.
“Welcome back.” He grinned and she wanted to remove the smug look from his face.
She fixed her face into a frown, “I don’t want to be here-“
He watched her closely, “But you need me.”
Kiara lifted her chin defiantly; blue sparks danced out of her eyes and curled up around her hair. “I need you, for now. You know that’s why you’re the only thing that brings me back here. One day you’ll see me for the last time.”
The man chuckled. “You’ve developed quite the attitude, haven’t you? It’s a shame you and I both know it’s fake. Still as ignorantly hopeful as ever, I see? You’re never going to find someone else to help you, I mean, maybe if you travel far enough, but good luck getting there.” He walked closer and looked her straight in the eye, “I have a question for you, how many times do you think I’m going to keep helping you when you treat me this way?”
The heat in her neck turned ice cold. She knew every time she showed up was a gamble. Would he help or would he demand something in return first? Kiara’s eyes dropped to the ground; she would get out of this arrangement but for now she knew she was only harming herself by trying to cut ties too soon.
He stood in silence as he watched her bury her spirit, “Of course I’ll help you, Blue, but know your words can hurt, please.” His tone had dropped and was laced with compassion. Fake. She couldn’t go back to hearing it any other way.
Kiara reached to her wrist and unbuckled the metallic watch contraption. She inhaled sharply as the contact with her skin broke and waves of pain swept up her body. “Please just fix it.” She hissed through gritted teeth as she handed it over.
