Aire turned on her heel.
The conversation was over.
At least, it was over for her.
She had absolutely no interest in learning dark fae magic, dark fae history, dark fae customs, or anything else attached to the word dark fae.
The entire realm could keep its stupid magic.
She wanted none of it.
"Aire." Lysander finally broke out of his shock, and called after her.
She kept walking.
"Aire!" He snarled behind her, his patience wearing out.
She walked faster, and the gravel path crunched beneath her boots.
"Aire!" He finally yelled at her.
Aire froze when the floor beneath her feet trembled lightly when he yelled. She blinked, and yelled back without care. "I heard you the first two times!"
"Then stop walking." He ordered.
"No."
Lysander watched her disappear farther down the path. Then he calmly appeared directly in front of her.
Aire nearly walked into his chest.
She stumbled backward. She muttered a curse under her breath, and glared at him. "Stop doing that!"
