The other party was still standing there, just around the corner and in complete silence.
Verinia lowered her hand and a cold blade slipped down her arm into her palm. There was no hilt to the blade, but it didn't manage to break through the handskins covering her palms.
For a moment, everything seemed to go still. There was only her, that mysterious person, and the rain pelting down above them.
She could not quite tell if the person standing there was Sur Elai or someone else, but if it was him, why was he just standing there?
At this point they might as well considered themselves familiar with each other, so he did not need to stand on ceremony.
Was he feeling shy after rudely grabbing her hand just now?
Heh. Unlikely.
Therefore, without giving it much more thought, Verinia decided that until proven otherwise, the person standing on the other side of the corner was an enemy.
