α ƒαмιℓу ƒєυ∂ σƒ єρι¢ ρяσρσятισηѕ (Artemis)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I doubt it," Adriel said. Then he swung the door shut and locked it from the outside, closing her in near darkness. The only illumination came from the crack under the door.

[Artēmïš]

Adara groaned and sunk down to the floor, crossing her legs neatly. If she broke the door down they would hear her and simply capture her again. She took her stele out and traced a healing tune on her arm to get rid of the cuts from being tackled.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter got something to eat and then went to the closet where Adriel had put her. He opened the door all the way and crossed his arms, his body framed by the light from the hallway. "Are you going to talk?" he asked.

[Artēmïš]

Adara had just put we stele away, you could still smell the lingering scent of burning flesh. "Nope," she said, looking up at him an meeting his eyes.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I thought so." He stepped into the closet and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to her feet and then out the door, taking her to what he liked to call the 'interrogation room'.... though it had been used like once.

[Artēmïš]

Raine let herself be dragged out of the closest land I to the other room. Even if she didn't manage to escape from his grasp another werewolf would simply grab her before she managed to escape.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Adriel was absent, but a number of other werewolves stood in the room, waiting. Carter pushed her toward a chair and ordered, "Sit."

[Artēmïš]

Adara rolled her eyes and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. She folded her hands together and met Carters eyes challengingly.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter stared at her for a few seconds, his arms crossed. "I'm going to ask nicely one more time: Will you tell me why you were spying on my pack?"

[Artēmïš]

She looked up at him, a smirk curling the corners of her lips up. "I don't have to tell you anything," she said, her voice sultry. It's not like it was much of a secret, but she still could not have him think he was in control of her.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"The Clave has no reason to think my pack is up to anything, and I would very much like to know why you were sent here," Carter said. He took a step forward and leaned close, so his face wasn't far from hers. "I have no quarrel with the Shadowhunters."

[Artēmïš]

"You want to know why I'm here? We found out you have relations to vampires, and we can't have you too groups banding together!" She snarled finally, she really hope that at least some of his pack didn't know this information so she could get at him a little bit.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter bared his teeth, his human teeth briefly lengthening into fangs, and his eyes flashed yellow in his anger. "I'd die before banding with vampires," he said. "Your intel is wrong. The Nephilim should no better than to two the Moon's Children and those Bloodsuckers could ever get along."

[Artēmïš]

"So you deny that Caleb Black, a vampire, is your blood brother?" She asked, a smirk upon her face. His reaction had surprised her just ever so slightly. So there was hate between the brothers...? Interesting.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter's whole body stiffened. He narrowed his eyes, the hatred in them shocking. "How did you find out about that?" he asked.

[Artēmïš]

"The clave knows all," she whispered the words like they were a prayer, all the while meeting his eyes, a spark lighting hers. She grinned devilishly at him, please by his anger and shock.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"The Clave is a group of silly old men in robes," Carter sneered. "They don't know shit. Tell me how they found out."

[Artēmïš]

He drew her forefinger and her thumb across her lips as if zipping them shut, "Sorry, my lips are sealed," she said with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Carter took a deep breath. He really hadn't wanted to hurt her, but... well, then she'd brought up his brother. So he backhanded her across the face.

[Artēmïš]

Adara face whipped to the side as skin met skin. Her hair flew across her head, covering her eyes. Than a small sound came from her lips. A laugh. She raised her he's slowly and met his eyes. "I'm a demon hunter, boy," she spat the words, enunciating the word boy, "I've gone through worse than a slap by a broken family boy."