Flares of passion

“No it’s not, that’s a nasty wound. Besides, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Pushing her aside he reached for her discarded robe and covered her nakedness.

“B-but why? Am I not good pretty enough?” her pleading stare morphed into an angry one in a heartbeat “its blondie isn’t it! You like her more than me! Don’t you?”

Natan was not unfazed by her outburst “It’s not that. This is going too fast; on top of that you’re part of Raven Tail. This could never work.” Natan said, leaving out the part where he thought this was some trap her guild prepared for him.

Flare felt like she had been slapped in the face by his rejection, Natan didn’t notice her darkening mood as he spoke: “I’ll get Wendy to heal you this time…”

“How dare you!” Flare slapped him hard “You think you can reject me like that! I don’t need your pity!”

Before Natan could say something, she had already jumped through the open window and disappeared into the night. The slayer was torn between staying or going after her, in the end he decided to stay and call it a night. As he lay on bed, Natan wondered if his eyes deceived him or was she really crying when she slapped him.