"And to whom," Abigail says, eyes narrowing as she leans in, never letting her gaze falter from him, "would I report Sylvia Redbright?"
It's a challenge. A young woman with her back against the wall, angry and hurt, and well aware that she is in her own corner and no one else is there at all.
"Unless, of course, it's standard for the Night Council to threaten someone with a vampire and force truth serum down their throats for not complying with questions asked of them."
Whether he believes what he's saying or not, he needs to know that someone knows the truth. She knows what Redbright is. She knows what the Night Council is. She has to pretend to play by their rules, but she isn't going to pretend nothing happened. Her coven knows. Her Circle knows. Because they deserve to. They need to know what they're up again.
"So. Forgive me if I don't seem like a 'team player.'"
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It's a challenge. A young woman with her back against the wall, angry and hurt, and well aware that she is in her own corner and no one else is there at all.
"Unless, of course, it's standard for the Night Council to threaten someone with a vampire and force truth serum down their throats for not complying with questions asked of them."
Whether he believes what he's saying or not, he needs to know that someone knows the truth. She knows what Redbright is. She knows what the Night Council is. She has to pretend to play by their rules, but she isn't going to pretend nothing happened. Her coven knows. Her Circle knows. Because they deserve to. They need to know what they're up again.
"So. Forgive me if I don't seem like a 'team player.'"