"Right!" Sasha regained her sassy voice. "We finally found a solution to the annoying curse! Do you seriously want your allies to be afflicted by it when you can easily help us combat it?"
The women's expression darkened even further. There was logic in what they were saying, but having other women drink Kaiden's blood simply felt wrong. After experiencing how personal the experience was, it was almost as if they would be letting them take him for a rodeo.
"You make it sound as if we were proper allies, but have you forgotten that we're just mercenaries…? We owe you people nothing," Aria hissed.
Vaelira's expression turned victorious. "I see. So you're willing to risk failure because you're mercenaries and not guild members. So be it."
The air between the six women crackled with tension. Tenderness was gone. What remained were narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and the fierce twitching of ears and tails in Bastet's case.
"I said," Aria hissed again, "we owe you nothing."
