Nox looked at the arrow pointed at his chest, then back at the three sisters. He was not impressed. He let his eyes move from the quiet archer to the one who looked like the leader. Then he looked at the one who was still angry.
A smirk touched his lips.
"You know what?" he said. His voice was casual, like they were just talking about the weather. "I'm tired of all this. Let's make a deal."
Mela looked at him with suspicion. "We are not here to make deals, human."
"This one's easy," he said, ignoring her. He pointed at Liesa. "You. The angry one. You think you're fast, right? You think you can take me."
Liesa's eyes narrowed. "I can," she spat. "You just got lucky before."
"Good," he said with a shrug. "Prove it. You get one shot. You land one hit on me, just one, and we'll go with you. No more questions, no more fighting. We'll walk right to your place and meet your mother."
Serian grabbed his arm. "Nox, do not be a fool. This is a trap."
