His face was covered in a blanket of indifference and without much emotion, maybe only a taunt, he said, “Expensive boots I guess.”
“No, it's not. Your moves are silent and soft, even your footsteps are not deep. Like your legs are barely touching the ground,” she explained.
The snow cracked under his boots, and then one more time.
“Now you're doing it on purpose.” Violette’s shoulders dropped.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. You are too suspicious.”
“Maybe because you keep secrets from me. I thought we were partners and should share our plans.”
“We are not partners. I am the head and you listen to what I say.” He didn't stop walking, nor did he look at her.
Violette didn't move, her leg rooted to the ground. Her brows furrowed and after a second a pressed pile of snow flew at the back of Dante's head.
“What the Hell?” He instantaneously spun to her, looking outraged and struck, completely clueless what he did to deserve it.
“Don't talk to me like this. I am not just a tool or your servant. I am not asking you for admiration, but I need simple respect,” Violette demanded.
The anger was seething inside her, her eyes pulsing, hands clenched in two fists, whole body tensed under his gloomy gaze. She held the glare until the moment Dante was finally able to admit defeat.
He took a deep breath. “Fine. I am sorry, I was…”
“Mean? Rude? Arrogant?”
“Yes,” he pressed, narrowing his eyes. “You're right, you deserve respect but I can't tell you everything. Not now.”
She barely believed his apology was sincere, but it was enough for her. For now.
“Now, when we finally drew a line I wanted to ask,” she said after a few more passed trees. “You know a lot about magic and potions but you’re not a wizard and don’t look like anything…magic related.”
“What gave me away? No mantle or patent leather shoes?”
She raised one of her brows in annoyance. “So what are you?”
“Why do you think I am something other than a human?”
“I just don't feel like you are a human. Maybe you're not a wizard or a sorcerer but you might have some magic abilities. Maybe you're a shapeshifter? If you could turn into an animal I can see you being something small with big ears like a bat but not as cute, more arrogant,” she stated.
“Big ears?” he inquired, his eyes taking on a gleam of confusion.
“Yes. It's my detailed image.”
“No, I am not a reincarnate,” he let out coldly.
“Then you could be a human with magic abilities. I bet your super power would be self-confidence.”
“Ha ha. How did you guess it? I thought I didn't make it that obvious,” he said with an absolute stone face but Violette noticed as the corner of his mouth lifted a bit.
“Oh, I must have solved a riddle,” she clapped, “You are indeed a fairy.”
“Yeah, absolutely. Of course I am.”
She sneered at him, her nose scrunched for a second. A sly twinkled in her eyes.
“Fine. You are not a wizard or a sorcerer. Not a reincarnate or any kind of shapeshifter. You can't really be just a human, right?”
“I think I'll disappoint you with my answer after all.”
