Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

"this is not your fight," silvertongue warned andromache while glassblue eyes stared in searching hatred. his silhouette bobbed against the stone arching, filtered between the trees, and she stepped into its shadow. into his path. the roman and the sharpfang gazed at one another. he had been kind to her, he and that crimson man. but he had left her there. and she had not known the price she was meant to pay until he was long gone from the palace. a breath; she shook, tears spilling madly down her face; "if the world was fair, you should have died long ago."