"Thatās insulting, Ethan," she said, turning back to him. "Like, actually insulting. You donāt just get to act like that and then show up here likeālikeā"
She stopped, frustrated, running a hand through her hair.
Ethan watched her, letting her get it all out.
"...like.. fuck! I donāt even know what to say," then she exhaled, as though trying to calm down.
A brief silence followed, then Ethan spoke gently. "I guess I freaked out, okay?...I freaked out."
Hayley looked at him with some level of confusion as he continued.
"And I know how bad that sounds... I know how it looks." He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling slowly. "Iām sorry. I really am... for everything that happened."
There was another pause before Hayley spoke in a less angry tone. "Iām sorry, Ethan," she said. "But sorry isnāt going to just cut it this time."
He looked at her.
"I told you I was willing to be patient," she continued. "I told you I could wait. But that was because I thought you just needed time to understand your feelings... and accept them."
She let out breath.
"But at the hotel?" she added, shaking her head. "That wasnāt confusion or uncertainty. You knew exactly what you felt. It was there... right in front of you."
"And somehow, you still ran away from it."
Ethan didnāt interrupt.
"And that makes this feel different," she said. "Because now itās not about whether you feel something or not. Itās about whether youāre even willing to stand in it."
She folded her arms slightly, more to hold herself.
"And right now... I donāt know what I want to do," she admitted. "Because it feels like this is just going to turn into one big joke. Like Iām just... being dragged along for something thatās never really going anywhere."
Her voice dipped just slightly. "And I donāt want that."
Silence lingered between them.
Ethan nodded slowly. "I understand," he said.
There was another pause before he spoke again.
"...What if we just take it slow?"
Hayley frowned slightly. "What do you mean, take it slow?"
Ethan stepped a bit closer, though still careful and giving her space.
"I mean... us," he said. "Me and you. What if we just slow everything down... and actually figure this out properly?"
Her gaze didnāt soften yet. "And the princess?" she asked.
Ethan exhaled. "...Yeah. Thatās exactly why we need to take it slow. if we rush into this, itās just going to get messy. And unfair."
He paused, choosing his words.
"Iām already in a position where I have to make certain commitments," he continued. "And if I just dive as fast as you want me to... itās going to feel wrong. For you, for her and for me."
Hayley watched him closely.
"So Iām saying..." he added, "I canāt deny the feelings, but letās not rush it... okay?"
There was a brief flicker in her expression; it felt like something between resistance and consideration.
Then she turned away slightly.
ā-
Back at the hidden house, and in one of its dimly lit rooms..
Alistair had picked up the phone and dialed a number. A moment later, he handed the device to Merlin.
Merlin took it calmly as the line connected.
"Stark Industries," Eduardoās voice came through, sounding professional. "How can we be of service?"
Merlin adjusted his posture slightly, shifting into character. At first, his voice was unfamiliar. It sounded like a foreign accent.
"Good day," he said. "Am I speaking with Mr. Eduardo of Stark Industries?"
"Yes," Eduardo replied. "How may I help you?"
"I was referred through Mr. Stark," Merlin continued. "I intend to schedule a meeting regarding your airship models."
There was a brief pause on the line.
"Iāve recently arrived from Dynadale City," Merlin added smoothly. "And I have strong interest in acquiring several of your airships for a startup transport company."
For a moment, Merlinās voice remained steady. Then, almost imperceptibly, the tone shifted.
The cadence and accent changed; until, suddenly, it was Ethanās voice.
"Actually," Merlin said in Ethanās exact tone, "donāt worry, give me the phone. Iāll handle this."
Eduardo paused slightly on the other end.
Merlin continued seamlessly, now fully inhabiting Ethanās voice.
"Eduardo," he said. "Iāve already spoken with this man. He came in from Dynadale to discuss a few of our airships."
He glanced at Alistair briefly as he spoke.
"I want you to meet him and set up a proper discussion. Iāll send you the address shortly, go there by evening."
"Understood, Master Ethan," Eduardo replied. "I will noted the address and proceed once my duties are complete."
"Good," Merlin said simply.
The call ended.
Eduardo stared at the phone for a second longer than necessary, but shrugged it off almost immediately.
It wasnāt the first time Ethan had done something like this, and since it was about airships rather than airplanes, it was practically Eduardoās domain. So it wasnāt unusual.
He turned to Valerie. "Weāve got a meeting with a buyer later," he said casually, already writing the address down.
Valerie simply nodded.
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Silence returned to the room the moment the call disconnected.
Merlin lowered the phone, with that mischievous smile forming on his lips. There was a reason this summon was called "The Trickster." And this was exactly one of those moments.
It had also been easy for him to mimic Ethanās voice; Alistair had heard it before, after all.
And since summoner and summon shared memories, it made things even simpler for Merlin, who never forgot a thing.
Alistair gave an approving nod. "Good," he said simply.
Merlin gave a slight bow, as if concluding a performance.
Then a voice came from the side of the room.
"And youāre certain this will work?" Andrea asked.
"It will. This is the cleanest way to draw him out without suspicion," Alistair said, then added. "So I suggest, you go and prepare yourself."
Andrea nodded and turned to leave. And as she moved, her eyes took on a reddish-amber hue.