His words hung in the air, a toxic cloud that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the night. The tension was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to press down on Felicity, making it hard for her to breathe. She could almost taste the bitterness in Richard's words, feel the heat of Dimitri's anger, and it left a sour taste in her mouth.
Felicity felt tears prick her eyes. She'd thought Richard was just gruff, maybe even jealous. She hadn't realised how deep his hatred ran.
Exile's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Some minds cannot be changed, little fox. They must be... removed."
The sounds from the bushes intensified, with more punches, kicks, and finally, a terrible silence.
Victor returned to Felicity's side, his expression unreadable. "It's done," he said simply.
"Did you..." she couldn't finish the question.
"He won't trouble us again," Victor said, his voice softening as he saw the distress in her eyes. "But we didn't kill him."
