The Unholy Trinity

6

The ball was in full swing. Bodies dancing, eating, laughing. It was all going according to plan, besides Harrison standing in front of Milan.

"We need to talk."

"We don't need to do anything," she tells him as if it's the most obvious statement.

It's been ten years since Milan has seen Harrison but still it would be impossible for her not to be able to identity those sea green eyes with the wind swept disheveled hair that looks like it's never seen a comb once in its life. She wonders if he recognized her just as easily too, or if he came with pre-research.

"Milan, whats happening? What exactly are you doing here?" He asks in an urgent voice, stepping close enough to interrupt Milan's calm breath.

"It's none of your business. Not like I owe you an explanation, anyways." Her eyes watch the movements of Prince Kaius as he chats up an older lady whom is dressed in a gold-studded dress that could probably feed half the country.

Harrison squints at her profile, following her line of vision until he spots the prince. He steps in front of her, hands on hips.

She sends him a glare, curling her lips in a snarl. "It'd be a good idea to walk away."

"You know I can't do that."

She lifts a shoulder, "Not like it'd be the first time," she quipped in a mocking tone.

He visibly winces, unfortunately for Milan, he's quick to recover.

"Come with me outside for a minute." He's starting to sound whiny and at this point he's practically on his knees begging. Which Milan wouldn't not be okay with.

She takes a deep-breath, as if she's actually thinking about it and taps on her chin condescendingly. "Yeah, answer is still no."

"Please, Milan."

"Get out of my way." She pushes past him and begins storming across the room, her eyes in a wild search for the prince.

Harrison's step echo as he follows close in tail. Milan rolls her eyes, wanting to shoot him with a sleeping dart.

"Just, give me a second!" He wraps his hand around her elbow which causes her to recoil disdainfully.

She stops her trek and scorns at him, "You wanna talk?" She pauses to pull away from his vice grip. "Fine. I thought you were dead."

He blinks. "Oh?"

"No, I mean, I didn't think you were dead. I wished you were."

"Oh."

She rolls her eyes again and releases a shaky breath. She peels her eyes away and dances her vision across the room. Her mind is drawing a blurry black to her surroundings with Harrison so close. He's in her personal space and it's making all the lines cross and blur. The world becomes a rainbow, no longer being the black and white Milan has always lived.

"Milan-"

"Okay," she interrupts him immediately as her name escapes his lips, turning towards him and narrowing her eyes his way, trying to look put together. "How about this. You tell me what you're doing here and I tell you what I'm doing here."

He looks perplexed but makes no move to argue. Instead he opens his mouth and starts babbling. "Miller told me you'd be here."

Milan attempts to contain her fuming rage. How long exactly has he been following her? "Miller knows I'd be here, how?"

"One of your people told him."

It had to have been Neil. Because apparently he's best friends with Miller and when alcohol is guzzled down his throat he doesn't shut up.