The quiet hum of the Maybach's engine filled the silence as Kaya's ominous statement hung in the air.
In the passenger seat, Veer tilted his head. In the back seat, Cutie leaned forward, his massive brow furrowing in deep concentration.
They were both highly intelligent, apex predators who had mastered macroeconomic theory and complex maritime law in a matter of weeks. But human bureaucratic terminology still possessed a few blind spots for them.
"Wife," Veer said slowly, testing the foreign word on his tongue. "What exactly is a 'federal agent'? Is it a type of mercenary? A rival clan leader?"
Kaya paused, her eyes on the road. She sometimes forgot that despite their impeccable tailored clothes and perfect driving exam scores, they were still fundamentally warlords from a dimension governed by blood and magic. They didn't understand the abstract concept of a government investigator.
She needed to explain it in a way that resonated with their survival instincts.
