"You should feel the same too. After all, you are branded as a criminal now, and Finn wants you back to properly execute you, just like what the Unified Alliance wanted," Rion said.
I masked the sting with a tight smile, forcing steel into my voice.
"I should thank you, then," I said, meeting his eyes. "I'm sure the moment they heard I had anything to do with you, they decided to grant me a death sentence instead of letting Finn deal with my punishment. Thinking it would spite you."
Ares's grin spread wide. He leaned forward on his elbows.
"That makes sense. They can only provoke the Alpha with silly gestures like that. They can't do any real harm to us." His grin grew, triumphant, as if he relished the thought of the Alliance gnashing their teeth in helpless rage.
Diaval tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. His brown eyes caught the dim light, reflecting it like fire trapped in amber.
