The drive to Nox had been filled with contemplation about what had happened. What she had done. What would come of her actions.
One of the main questions was what Asa would say. She had called and requested a meeting with him, Domain business and all. He did say she would be tasked with putting Alice down if she frenzied again. And Ale didn’t technically put her down, she simply staked her. So did she ignore a direct order? Was her position as Reeve or her own Requim in jeopardy? She didn’t know, and wouldn’t know until she was standing in front of the Prince, and telling him what went down. Lying and trying to cover up the Haunts frenzy had been an option, it might have been easier. But then with lies comes the guilt and the worry of someone finding out and either blackmailing you, or telling others of your transgressions. Which was defiantly going to earn you a more harsh punishment, a rightfully deserved one. So no, it wasn’t something she could have done. There was no honor in lying to the Prince of a city, one that welcomed you in and kept you safe, who had promoted you to a position you had desired.
Pulling into the back, Alice’s body, with the hoodie still covering her chest, was brought into Ale’s office and placed on the couch. Can’t leave a torpored Kindred in the trunk of your car, well you could, but Ale wouldn’t.
That done, she straightens her tank top and runs her hands through her hair. Best not look like a complete mess for the meeting. Glancing down, eyes run over the injuries still visible, not completely healed yet and there was a sigh. Or as close to a sigh as an undead creature could muster.
It was time.
She approaches the door, squares her shoulders and tries to prepare for whatever might come of this, and knocks.
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