“Who might you be?” Aphra said calmly, unobtrusively laying her hand on the hilt of one of her blades.
“Tenma,” he held out a tanned hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Aphra did not extend a hand. When he saw her expression, he let his hand drop.
“What do you want?” she asked. “I’m not stupid; No one in here would be nice to me unless they had something to gain out of it.”
“My, you catch on fast,” Tenma smiled, flashing his white teeth against his dark skin.
“Yeah, I’m like that,” Aphra said icily.
“I guess I’ve been uncovered,” Tenma said pitifully.
“Why did you place a bet on me?” Aphra growled.
“What?” the blood drained out of Tenma’s face.
“I said: Why did you place a bet on me?”
“I haven’t.”
“Liar,” Aphra pushed him to the wall and put her face close to his.

“I know what you’re saying isn’t true because,” she said while smirking, “I can read minds.”
Tenma remained silent.

“One of the attributes of being your so-called despicable hybrid,” she hissed. Aphra stalked off, the breeze blowing her copper hair high.

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