"Honestly, I have no issue with whatever decision you've made…" one of the board members finally spoke, sitting upright as though mustering courage from the few breaths he had left. His voice tried to sound neutral but failed. "…I just want to be sure of something."
He adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing at Elisa before flicking back to Nix.
"What is the guarantee that she won't lead us down the drain?"
A quiet gasp escaped Elisa before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the table Nyxella's empty seat beside her feeling too small, too exposed, as if everyone's scrutiny was sitting there instead.
But before she could speak, Nix stood so abruptly the air itself seemed to shift.
His expression darkened into an icy, and lethal expression almost too calm for comfort.
"The guarantee," he said slowly, each word deliberate,and controlled, "…is me."
