[What's with you and letting your secrets loose today?]
'Oh, I'm sorry. Did you have a better idea for this shit?' Ambrose snapped mentally while trying not to suffocate under the pressuring stares from the two S-Ranks. 'It was only a matter of time before I couldn't hide things from Viktor anymore.'
[Right—but telling them about Valentine? You might've just dug a hole too big for even you to climb out of.]
"Phew." Viktor relaxed on the sofa, rubbing his forehead. "Sitting down isn't enough at this point." Then he murmured something in Russian that sounded too thick to be mere talk.
Probably cursing him out.
"Where does one lie start?" Devon's eyes were distant. Too distant. "And where does another one end—Rose?"
Ambrose's brows knitted. "Lies? No, no, no… Devon, I haven't lied. Not about Valentine at least."
"You didn't exactly inform me that you're out there linking with every powerful Esper in the country."
"What the—"
