Aramith didn't flinch when Deadlock One approached.
"Young Prince," he said, "he meant it. If you try to leave stubbornly, they'll put you down until it's safe."
His voice wasn't threatening, just cold
Aramith stood defiantly. "We're not prisoners."
"You're not. Yet. But if you act like you want to be treated like one, we'll have no choice."
Lia felt something was wrong, very wrong, but Mozrael touched her wrist and shook her head subtly.
Aramith narrowed his eyes. "What exactly got in here? How did someone pass through the barrier without anyone knowing?"
Without pausing, Deadlock replied curtly, "Our job is to remove any threats, not explain them. And you are to stay put, alive, breathing."
There was silence for a moment, then reluctantly, Aramith gave a slow nod.
"…Fine."
But deep inside, something twisted.
Liar... liar... liar...They're not here to protect. They're here to cover it up. They'll kill her… like they planned.
