“For keeping secrets.”
She heard his words before she saw him, but that was the point. Fights between them were never fair and the first blow fell against her cheek. The force was enough to make her stumble back and for a moment Anat just stood and stared at al-Shir. It wasn’t that she was shocked by his action, but the surprise of his appearance stayed her hand for a moment.
The time she took to react only allowed her anger to boil to the surface. Without replying to his accusation she threw her fist into him matching his strength with her own. He fell against a stand knocking one of the decorative vases to the ground. It shattered on impact sending porcelain shards in all directions.
The sound of their spat echoed through the house and the staff hid. Even when they were done they hesitated to start the cleaning, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. Walls were dented and furniture smashed as the two vampires became a tornado of fists and destruction. Finally they stopped, resting against the carnage of their fury.
“Are we done?” Anat’s voice was soft with exhaustion.
“Yes. We are.”
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