A BROKEN PROMISE – #flashfictionmagic
She hit the alley floor with a grunt, rolling swiftly to rise. Her blades felt warm and sure in her hands, the crisp fall air sweeping her mind free of morning lethargy.
Gaining her feet, she spun to meet his sword. Metal clashing rang against the walls. She pushed his sword aside and dove for his gut, but somehow his arm was already there, spinning her against the wall, a knife against her throat.
Breath felt harsh in her lungs.
He smiled, taking in her chin length hair and kohl smudged eyes. “Renfa.”
She grit her teeth, waiting for his knife to sink in, to spill her blood on the waiting cobbles.
Croux said nothing more than her name, his body still against her.
“Last time I saw you, you promised to kill me,” she finally said, her voice hoarse.
He leaned closer, pulling the blade back an inch. Something warm cupped her cheek and she startled, realizing it was his hand.
“Promises can be broken,” he whispered.