Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. "What do you mean by that?"
Alister's gaze gleamed, the golden hue of his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "A wager. If I win, you owe me a favor. No questions asked, no complaints."
Anya's grin returned, "And if I win?"
He tilted his head slightly. "Name your prize."
Her eyes glinted with mischief as she thought for a moment before responding, "If I win, you'll owe me... not just a favor, but you'll fight for my guild as an auxiliary member for a month. No backing out."
Alister chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. "Bold of you to assume you'll win, guildmaster."
"Bold of you to challenge me," she fired back. "So, do we have a deal?"
Alister suddenly seemed to vanish from where he was standing, the next in stand he was standing before Anya, but he had no blood lust show she was sure he didn't want to attack her so she didn't tense up.
