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“I never claimed to know you,” Eilin bit back. She had known a human. She had never expected him to be anything other than human. The demon sitting across from her was a stranger. An irritatingly familiar stranger that would likely try to finish what he started all those years ago if he knew just who she was.

The glare that Eilin fixed him with was broken far too quickly. Moments after Sverre had fallen silent, the waitress was back. This time she was setting a plate full of food on the table. “Here we are, then. A hot meal, just as promised. Anything else I can get for you two?” she spoke, evidently missing the tension around her.

“No,” Eilin replied, her gaze still fixed on Sverre evenly. “I don't believe we will be staying long.”

She sensed hesitation, though after a moment the waitress simply nodded her head. “Shout if you need anything,” she told them before turning and heading off to another table that was surrounded by rowdy yet happy drunks.

Eilin waited just long enough for the woman to get clear of hearing range before leaning forward in her seat. Slowly, almost deliberately, she propped her elbows on the table, leaning on her arms as she regarded the male in front of her.

“I do not know who you are. Never did,” she continued as if there had been no interruption. Her tone of voice dropped in volume yet remained strong, a note of warning hidden within. Her eyes, however, held such fury that it was a wonder she had not yet attacked. “What makes you so sure that you deserve anything from me?"

For the moment she remained motionless, silently daring him to try and smooth-talk some facts from her. Her appetite gone, she didn't even glance toward the food that had been brought. "What are you really here for?" she repeated her own question.