Andre kept a safe distance from Azula as soon as she stood up. It was absurd that he, the Autumn Prince, was wary of a mere half-breed, but he knew better than to underestimate her. There was more to Azula than met the eye, and after nearly losing his life, he wasn't about to let his guard down.
"You tried to kill me," Andre said, his voice taut with accusation, his brows drawn together in a deep frown.
"Try, being the key word. You didn't die, did you, Prince Andre?" Azula replied nonchalantly, a raised brow daring him to contradict her.
"Who are you really?" Andre's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You're the one who killed Elena, aren't you?"
Azula's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You really are perceptive, aren't you?"
Andre's frown deepened, his unease growing. "What are you doing in Islinda's body? Islinda is more than a half-breed, isn't she? What's your relationship with her?"
