Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the hospital, Alister stood with a cold breeze tugging at his clothes and hair.
He pulled out his device, typing in a number. The screen flickered ringing for a few seconds before a voice responded.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Master Spade? Oh, or was it Alister?" The voice was familiar, teasing.
Alister chuckled. "I knew you'd figure out my identity sooner or later. But I'm curious—why haven't you called lately? Did you give up on trying to win my favor?"
She laughed. "You know, you're sounding awfully full of yourself. I wonder how your guild master girlfriend, Anya, would feel if she found out her dragon-summoning boyfriend was the one that beat her up all those months ago."
Alister laughed softly, shaking his head. "I see news travels fast."
