Ryuzaki leaned forward, his shadow seeming to grow longer behind him like a beast stretching its claws. "Who did the examination?"
Night reached for his wine glass, fingers wrapping around the crystal stem with casual grace. The liquid swirled as he lifted it. "My trusted assistant."
The admission hit like a slap across the face.
Dante's fist slammed into the arm of his couch, the sound cracking through the air like a whip. The leather groaned under the impact, and his knuckles went white with rage. "Oh yeah, great. Your assistant. We should have known you wouldn't take her to the hospital!"
Night raised the glass to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip before responding. His throat worked as he swallowed, savoring both the wine and the moment of their fury. "No. No, I wouldn't. Those creepy doctors would have taken her hostage and reported her to the emperor."
