Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Hey, Eragon!"He turned to see Ailson walking toward him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
She was dressed impeccably, as always, her long black hair flowing behind her. But there was a glint in her gaze, a mixture of desperation and calculation, that made Eragon uneasy.
"Need a ride?" Ailson asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she gestured to a sleek, black car parked nearby.Eragon hesitated for a moment, but then he remembered the plan.
This was exactly what they needed, Ailson approaching him, letting her think she was winning. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to push her further into their trap.
"Sure," Eragon said, his voice casual as he accepted the offer.Ailson's smile widened as he got into the car.
"I figured you'd be stranded," she said with a slight laugh as she started the engine. "I noticed you waiting alone."
"Yeah, Sebastian's late again," Eragon replied, glancing out the window. His heart was steady, his mind clear.
He was playing a dangerous game, but the stakes were too high not to. They needed to expose Ailson before she became a bigger threat.The ride was quiet at first, but Ailson couldn't help but steal glances at Eragon.
He was everything she wanted,strong, powerful, and mysterious. Her heart raced as she thought of how perfect they would be together, imagining how she could make Gloria disappear from the picture.
"You were really impressive today, you know," Ailson began, breaking the silence. Her voice was low, sultry. "Killing that dypent. Not many people could pull that off."Eragon shrugged, acting nonchalant.
"It was nothing."But to Ailson, it was everything. She had always seen herself as destined for power, and Eragon represented the missing piece to complete her ambitions.
The fact that he had the strength to defeat such a creature was proof enough that they belonged together. Gloria was an obstacle, but Ailson had plans for her.They reached Eragon's house, and he got out of the car, his expression unreadable. Ailson watched him closely, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel.
"Thanks for the ride," Eragon said, his tone polite but distant."Anytime," Ailson replied, flashing him a smile.
"Maybe next time, we could… hang out? Just the two of us.
"Eragon nodded, keeping his composure.
"Sure, we'll see."As he walked toward his house, he could feel Ailson's eyes on him, burning with desire and ambition.
He suppressed a shudder, knowing that their plan was working. Ailson was taking the bait, and soon, they would have enough to expose her to the council.
He slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His dragon familiar materialized in the corner of the room, letting out a low growl. Eragon smiled slightly, scratching the creature under its chin.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "The trap is set. Now we just wait.
"Back at the car, Ailson sat for a moment, her mind whirling with possibilities.
Eragon was hers now, or at least he would be soon. All she had to do was eliminate Gloria.
Let the games begin, she thought, her smile twisting into something far more sinister.But little did Ailson know, she was already playing into a game much larger than her own.
Gloria and Eragon were two steps ahead, and soon, the council would know everything.The hunt was on, and Ailson was the prey.