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Maea made not a sound; although startled, she was too experienced to give herself away so easily. She couldn't avoid the hand that went for her throat, but she grabbed his thumb and peeled it away to prevent him from choking her, at the same time driving a wing around below her arm and toward his gut. Most people watched the arms and legs, and never noticed the wings; that had saved her on several occasions. Although no one had ever ambushed her from a wardrobe before.

Maea growled impatiently. "I'm no sellsword, nor am I an imbecile," she told him-- quietly, but with force. "I know how to keep my mouth shut. Let me go, or I swear you'll regret it, greshak." Her tone served as translation enough for the last.

"My intent was to be away from here by now," she told him with a smirk, "but then, I understand. You need to cuddle with hostages in closets because no other woman would have you." She tried to shove past him, but found her way blocked.
Just then, the bells began to toll the hour. Maea muttered a curse under her breath.

Maea truly hated being manhandled, and his persistence in talking down to her did nothing to soften it. She struggled against his grip, then bit hard on the hand covering her mouth, sinking her fangs deep. She tasted blood; it was utterly satisfying.

"Difficult? I was thinking impossible." She slid back as far as she could, pressing against the wood of the wardrobe, to leave him room. He had reason to wish her harm? He was likely to get her killed! And she'd never have been in any danger-- well, not very much-- if he had let her leave.
Briefly, she considered doing something to alert the prison warden to their presence. They could probably take on this assassin together, and she would be able to get away if she said he'd taken her to keep her quiet-- not even a lie. Her white wings would be an asset, as well, since Celestials were rarely questioned as closely as another would be.
But she had her standards. She wouldn't betray someone who flouted the law as regularly as she did, even one of those kekori assassins.

Faelin waited until he heard what he had desired from outside, trying not to respond to the celestial who had so disturbed his mission. Once the warden's hard boots hit the floor, free of his feet, Faelin began the count. "One, two, a sock for you. Five, six, a shirt for kicks. Nine, ten, it's free again. And that is when you strike!" The final word coming out strong though quiet he burst once more from the wardrobe and charged the bed. "Yessss. . ." Maea heard him exclaim in an unearthly tone as the warden's nearly undressed mistress began to scream.

Bounding the distance in only a few strides he was soon upon the bed with his dagger flashing red in the feeble light filtering through the curtains. The blade seemed to predeict its drink this night as its red cast shone brightly even before the first strike had landed. The warden raised an arm to block the second strike but Faelin took hold of his wrist and wrenched the arm from its socket, leaving it dangling backwards from his target's shoulder. The female, still screaming, bolted for the door with only a flimsy, expensive, silken blouse held in front of her.

"Äelís Gòrask!"

The door slammed shut before her and Faelin, his gaze directly on her, grinned wickedly as he twisted his arm and snapped the neck of his victim. "That, I think, would be a very bad course of action milady." he hissed. Suddenly his face became amiable and he pointed at the rest of her discarded clothing. "I would imagine you'd prefer to be well dressed before venturing out in the cold. A woman of such grace and beauty as yourself should not flee half naked into the white abyss of a winter's death. My task has been completed and you never were a part of it so I pray you do me a small service in exchange for sparing your life. Should anyone question you on tonight's happenings, tell them everything. Tell them everything you saw, as you saw it. Hold nothing back. They must know what not to do in the future."

As he spoke he walked slowly about the room and grabbed her clothing, heedless of the blood that rubbed off of his outfit onto hers. When he had it all together he advanced on her, clothing extended, and followed her all the way to the corner where she was prevented from escaping. "Take them and go. I wouldn't want to have to change my mind."

Faelin looked to Maea curiously for a moment. "Your blood does not run with the purity of celestials." he simply stated. "Your teeth are excessively sharp and your actions are unmaidenly. Perhaps you are the one who betrayed me?" Unconcerned he made no move to escape. "Rather than suggest retreat I would encourage you to bestow upon my humbly curious mind some knowledge of your true intentions." Hearing the front door slam open he leaned back and grinned. "And might I recommend you give me the abridged version? With a side of haste. . ."