I was sitting at the end of my new dock, legs dangling over the water, trying to enjoy five minutes of peace in my very own empty plot when I heard the unmistakable sound of demon hooves stomping up the path.
Abeke.
She stormed straight onto my dock like she owned the place, eyes blazing, a crumpled letter clutched in her fist like evidence in a murder trial.
“Alliance, Sahsha?!” she yelled before I could even say hello. “Of all the people in the entire world, you picked an Alliance warrior?! A human?! Are you trying to get yourself executed?!”
I froze. My stomach dropped straight through the planks.
She waved the letter like a battle flag. “This was delivered to my place because you never bothered to tell the postman you moved! I opened it thinking it was for me. And then I read this.”
She cleared her throat dramatically and started reading aloud in the most mocking voice she could manage:
“‘Sahsha,
I can’t stop thinking about that night at the tavern. I know this is dangerous. I know what we are. But I need to see you again. Meet me at the Broken Blade if you feel the same.
~Ardan’
(P.S. My arena partner translated this. I still don’t speak a word of Thalassian.)”
Abeke lowered the letter and jabbed a finger at my chest.
“You have a secret Alliance boyfriend and you didn’t tell me? Your own sister? The one who lets you sleep on her lumpy couch for weeks? I should throw you off this fancy new dock right now!”
I wanted the ocean to swallow me whole.
“I… it was one night,” I stammered. “It was stupid. It’s never happening again. I swear.”
Abeke folded her arms, looking every bit the older sister even though she’s the chaotic little demon who eats souls for fun. “One night? That letter doesn’t sound like ‘one night,’ Sahsha. That sounds like a man who’s already planning the second, third, and fourth night. And you’re over here playing house on a cliff while hiding hot forbidden booty calls? I cannot believe you.”
She tossed the letter into my lap like it was on fire.
“Fix this. Or I’m telling everyone. Including Craze. Especially Craze.”
Then she turned on her heel, muttered something about “my sister, the idiot,” and stormed off the way she came, leaving me sitting on my brand-new dock with my brand-new house and my brand-new panic attack.
I stared at Ardan’s handwriting (or his teammate’s, apparently) until the words blurred.
“Vendel’o eranu,” I whispered to the empty air, voice cracking. Help me forget.
I really, really thought I could keep this a dirty little secret.
Apparently the universe has other plans.
…Fuck.
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest, Professional Babysitter of the Sin’dorei, Reluctant Returnee… and Currently the Worst Older Sister in Azeroth)