"Odd Meetings - Witness Version" by Helena Aryllia Nilsson

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Kedma huddled up in the leafage, unwilling to believe what her eyes tried to tell her. To  dare – to actually think that he dares do this to me! She can only barely stop herself from growling. The worthless idiot! What is he thinking with!? She frowned, obviously not the head on his shoulders, that much she understood.

For several hours had she followed him, quietly, carefully and on a distance. Aram would have told her if he wanted her to come along, so she had been content with merely following his scent through the woods. As usual. How many times had she not followed him, walked so far behind that she couldn’t see him, but close enough for his smell to linger like a cover in the air and this is what he does to her?

She clenched her teeth, and stared past the leaves again. A demon from one of the most respected families in the clan sat there completely unbothered and shared a meal with one of them, the enemy, with an angel. Why did he think they had tried to kill off the winged varmints to begin with? For the fun of it? It was beyond her head, how he could sit there in the clearing so insouciant and entertain that… that… that brainless weak little wimp with his music. How he could lower himself to talk to her, smile to her, when he could afford to ignore demons of descent

She couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand seeing such a goose sit there with Aram’s coat as if they had known each other for decades. Kedma bit her lip until the blood ran down her chin. This would end badly. Even if she didn’t say anything…. Even if no one found out of his treason… It wouldn’t work. The little bitch would get into his consciousness; twist his thoughts, his moral, all of his person. She would turn him against the clan!

Suddenly he leaned back and looked right into the foliage where she sat. Kedma quickly licked up the blood, but didn’t dare move otherwise. Had he seen her? No, it didn’t seem so. What should she do? What could she do? Confront Aram? Sure, all that would lead to were her own death. Run home ahead of him and tell someone? With a chill she realized, that it would be her word against his. A low-on-the-ledge brat against and older demon with contacts higher up, and he would most likely go home the same way he came. He would ken her smell, know that she had been here.

Panic seized her, as the two in the clearing promised to see each other again.