Reflections of Mist

Why?

Damn, she was off kilter if he could double back to them and not be noticed, Alysha thought.

She awkwardly smiled up at him, mentally seeking a way out of this one.
"Err... Hi?"

Yeah, that didn't impress him at all. He looked pretty pissed.

Immediately, he grabbed her shoulders, fingers vice-like and bruising into her flesh.
He glared harshly into her eyes.

"You know where Nyx is."

It was not a question.

Luci looked back and forth between the two, judging the situation. "Yeah... I'm gonna go stand over there."

Nobody answered her.

"Well..." Alysha mused, trying to find an answer that would pacify him and work to her means. "I more... Know how one can find her. But she's definitely alive. And in better shape than some, I might add. That what you want?"

"Where. Is. She?"

"Safe. She's not alone, either. I left the injured girl in her path, so they found each other no problem. So it's not like she. Needs. You." She jabbed him in the chest three times to emphasise the last statement, grinning tauntingly.

Then she clocked his very angry face, and withdrew her hand, patting it awkwardly against her side.

"Anyway... I was talking to her, over there, not you. So... 'Scuse me."

She tried to push past him, out of his grip, but he stopped her. "No. You are going to take me to her, and you are going to do it now."

His voice was deathly calm.

Alysha tilted her head to the side, silently evaluating him.

"Why?" That was the only word she spoke, and it wasn't angry, or taunting, or threatening, or confrontational, or anything other than honestly asking. "Why?"

He furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, why?"

"I mean, I don't understand. Explain it to me. Why?"