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Alex came out of the trance she was in from trying to stop Clay from killing that poor girl. She was forced out of his head, but how? Oh... That [i]witch[/i]... "I was trying to help." She growled at the witch. Whatever. She didn't care about her opinion of her or even Clays opinion for that matter. He knows what I tried to do. 

Whether he choses to apologize now was entirely up to him. Alex was done trying to help and understand him. He knows what I want, and he'll come talk to me when he's ready. 

Alex turned on her heel and stormed back into the tavern and into the kitchen. Closing the door she was enraged. 'Who the hell did that [i]witch[/i] think she was?! She has no business messing with me like that. She doesn't know me. Nor will she ever.'

 If she poses a problem, [b]ever[/b], there will be no hesitation to call her brothers. Witch or not, they have their own magic and she will regret the day.

Leaning against the small frame of the kitchen door, she can still hear murmuring from outside and scattered conversations at the bar. 

"Liz..." She whispered. What is she going to think when she finds out about this...? [@Rusalka]