She waited under their gazes, before swiftly glancing over their faces, more memorizing the look than noting individual features, and slinked towards the back of the room with the silent grace of a feline.
She knew that watching the club scene below them would fill her memories of useless motion and noise. No, she preferred to sit at the back, quiet and calm.
Roman watched her go and seemed unbothered by her actions or his friends' glances, sipping slowly on a drink.
"I came to discuss club business," Roman stated.
"Oh but it's been so long. We're old now Rome, we don't just talk to anyone." One of the men stated, his voice a light tease.
"I don't think we can ever actually get old." Another man noted musingly.
"It's a figure of speech." The first man retorted dismissively.
"Come on boys. Be serious." The woman commanded lowly. She seemed to hold the most sway here.
"Ah, but it's been such a long time since he's graced us with his presence." The first man quipped elegantly.
Celia investigated the knives at the back of the room, running her fingers gently across the blades, testing the weight.
"I suppose you know that we're now profiting off the club in the werewolf sector more than this one. But old habits die hard, huh?" Roman uttered lowly.
"You know we just love the mix here. You still can't beat it." The second man announced wistfully.
"It's a shame none of us are ever here for longer than a week at a time." the first man mused.
The room fell into a gentle quiet, the dust of old memories unsettled.
"Talking about mixes, whose your friend here? You know we don't love meeting new people." The woman's voice was taunting, a cold testing tone underneath.
Celia smirked to herself as she tried to imagine Roman's route out of this.
"Ah, well, that's a long story." He dismissed.
"Oh, you know we've got time." The second, more serious man muttered quietly.
The disguised irritation at her being in their room and meeting was clearly being threatened at Roman. The message was simple, tell them who the intruder was in their private conference.
"I don't know if you want to know. As a fact, I can't tell you. It's business with the household." Roman told them briskly, holding up his crest-branded arm, breaking the thick, slow atmosphere that swelled over them.
Celia thought this would be a good time to make an introduction.
"Aw, come on, Roman. You know I love meeting new people." She said tauntingly, voice silky smooth. She had walked over to their chairs and now crossed her arms on the low chair back, leaning forward to have her face right next to his, both facing the three other people in the room. He turned his head to the side, staring right into her eyes.
"You're lucky you're not in chains right now. I don't think you should try and manipulate me." He muttered right into her ear, breath hitting her ear. Those eyes threatened her, daring her to defy him. She stared devilishly right back.
She gave him an award-winning smile and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that she had snatched from the table, balancing daintily on one finger as she dangled them in front of his face.
"These chains?" She questioned innocently.
He just gave her a level look and hooked the chains off her finger delicately.
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Killing For Family
FantasíaNow they are assassins. They are known. They are feared. But once, they were simply children. The twins were 8 when they were taken. They taken far away from their family, a family who have a history of strong, impressive Magics. These twins were...
