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“What would it take for you to leave us alone?” he asked, even though he hoped she’d do the opposite.

“Your names.”

Alistair took a threatening step closer, though she stood taller than him in her heels. He liked that. “I’d like to know yours.”

“I’m Isobel Macaslan,”

“I believe you called me your rival.”

“Then it’s my pleasure, Alistair Lowe.”

their banter is gonna be so good

“In the dream, you really were a monster.”

“…What made me a monster?”

“You were collecting the spellrings of dead children and hiding them in your wardrobe, cackling about souls trapped inside them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alistair said. “I’d do something like that now.”

“You know, you should take a page out of that Macaslan girl’s book and try to seem more likable.”

Both were lost in their thoughts. Hendry looked like he was fantasizing about meeting a cute girl, judging from how he kept fiddling with his curls and smoothing the wrinkles in his sleeves.

Alistair was thinking about death. More specifically, about causing it.

He was one year younger than Henry, a good deal, more powerful, and a great deal more wicked.

Alistair Lowe played a perfect villain. Not because he was instinctively cruel or openly proud, but because, sometimes, he liked to. Many of the stories whispered by the children of Ilvernath came from him.

“Do you hear that?” Alistair echoed, smirking as he rose to his feet. “That’s the sound of bones breaking.”

he already sounds like trouble (a compliment)