"Correct me if I'm wrong, but…" Quinlan began, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. His face lived up to his criminal alias in full right now.
"Doesn't this mean we can get Jasmine right now?"
"…"
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Confusion painted a few faces. Feng tilted her head. Seraphiel blinked. Serika's brow arched.
But then…
Lucille's crimson lips curved upward.
Her eyes lit with a fevered glint. "My bastard of a father basically betrayed the finance head, right…" she murmured, the pieces clicking together. Her grin widened, becoming manic and sharp. "After all, he decided to sell off his prisoners…"
"Right…" Seraphiel muttered, her gorgeous blue, elven eyes narrowing. "Which means even if Aurelion wants to use Mother Dearest as blackmail material to keep Jasmine docile and by proxy us as well…"
"He can't" Ayame finished. Her voice was electric as she rose from her seat. Her hand moved without thought to her katana. "She's out of his reach now."
