On Silver Wings

She'd crossed paths with Silver for months now. A thief so obsessed with power she did not think he would allow anything to stand in his way.

Least of all her.

She had born the brunt of his frustrations on more than one occassion. He pushed her away now, albeit with little force. He caught her by her wrist, steadying her before she could hit the wall behind her.

And he started to walk away.

Their interactions used to frighten her. He used to seem so intent on ending their rivalry once and for all.

So why was it she now felt the loss of his touch so keenly? Why did she turn around so fast rivulets of her hair whipped in the air? Why did she call after him, simultaneously asking and challenging?

"Help me."

Why did her breath catch when he looked over his shoulder just enough for her to see a glimpse of silver eyes?

Why was it she now found him so utterly fascinating?