Mar'Garet froze mid-step, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Slowly, she turned her head to face him, her crimson gaze locking onto his. "What did you just say?" Her voice was low, filled with barely contained fury.
Alister took a step forward, his expression calm but his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Your lord's last order. My last order. What was it?"
Mar'Garet's grip tightened on her spear, her anger flaring. "You're not only impersonating him, but now you dare to claim I'm not following his orders?"
"That's it! I won't tolerate this any longer!" She whirled around, her spear raised, ready to strike.
But in an instant, before she could act, Alister moved, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His smile widened, taunting. "Oh? You really can't remember your lord's last order? I'm just asking a simple question. No need to get so hot-blooded, Mar'Garet. You just need to answer, that's all."