Ra’s remained still just watching her expression, he was picking apart every little flaw that he could spot. He leaned his head slightly while standing perfectly still. He tapped his fingers against the handle of his sword…”I found out after Oliver had fallen, that it wasn’t him I should be after but his little sister who will have the same fate as her brother.”..he said evenly. He would still give the same fate even though Sara was alive, it was how things worked.
He watched her turn away, his eyes moved slightly stepping to watch her, he wouldn’t order her death knowing how it would cause pain to his daughter. He rested his hands lightly at his sides twitching his fingers every moment or so. He was prepared for any form of a fight from her because he knew she would argue against him.
He tilted his head slightly..”You go near his body I will not show you mercy, even if my daughter does love you, it will not make me change my mind.”…he said. He moved slightly motioning with his hand..”Pack your things, we leave soon.”…he just turned his head a bit hearing the sounds outside. He hated being in cities, he would much rather be back in the place which he considered home.
“Nyssa will be thrilled to see you.”
“Thea Queen is as blameless in what happened on the roof that night as her brother is,” Sara replied, her tone cool compared to the anger riling within her. It would do her no favours to lose her temper right now, “She wasn’t the only one on the roof that night, and she’s been turned into a weapon by the only person you ever freely allowed to walk away from the League.”
‘This is suicide, Sara,’ her brain hissed, determined to get her to step down. Going toe-to-toe with Ra’s was something she’d never have dreamed of doing five years ago, but then, she’d been a different girl to the one who’d stepped onto the Queen’s Gambit, and now she was different yet again. Facing the Demon still tweaked some primal sense of terror within her, the knowledge he could kill her at any moment he so chose raising her guard like an animal. But right now, fear was the last thing on her mind.
“You want me to return to Nanda Parbat so badly, then Thea Queen is not to be touched. I don’t leave while she is still in danger, because no matter how hurt or broken she was by everything she lost because of the Undertaking and the madness Oliver and I brought back to this city, she is not the puppet Malcolm has turned her into,” she said, finally looking at Ra’s again, “He wielded her against me the same way you wield your own sword. He pays for what he did that night, and not the girl I call my sister.” A slightly grim smile played across her lips.
“That way, we both get what we want.”