Alina was tired of just knocking on the door of room in which Alexander was staying. With irritated impatience, she began to pound, not caring who heard her.
You gave me hope that you would change for the good! How dare you dash my hopes like this? You'd better open the door, you... Alina struggled for a strong enough insult, but couldn't come up with anything that portrayed enough anger.
Without realizing she was even speaking, Alina spouted, "If you don't open this door, I'll - "
"You'll what? Jam a needle in his eye? Hit him with a wad of cotton? Choke him with a hat?"
The words came quickly and fiercely, and Alina whirled around to see that Conner had joined her in the hallway. There was frustration in his stance, but also...worry? Worry for Alina's safety?
Any patience Alina may have had was lost in that moment. "Are you mocking me, Conner?"
"Don't yell. There are other people in the inn, you know."
"What are you doing here?" Alina exclaimed.
"I think I could just as easily ask you that," Conner replied, annoyed.
Irritated, Alina waved Conner away. "What I'm doing here is none of your business."
"Just as what I'm doing here is none of yours," Conner retorted.
Thoroughly frustrated with the entire male species as a whole, Alina stamped her foot. "I've something to tell...you know who," she finally confessed. "There. I've told you what I'm doing here. Now would you please, please go away?"
"I'm not about to let you get hurt, Alina."
There was something in Conner's voice that made Alina's words die on her lips. The conviction and caring with which Conner voiced his thoughts caught her off guard, but the next words Conner spoke came as an even bigger surprise.