Shortly, the three of them reseated themselves.
Byron carelessly tossed the unconscious Jacqueline onto a chair, while Rigel clung to Bruh's arm like a smitten woman, head over heels in love and unwilling to let go.
It wasn't just the mystical bond from the "Marital Oath Chain" that satisfied her; she was also exceedingly pleased with her own perception of her lover.
Perhaps fate's inadvertent gift was already the best choice.
After years of misfortune, it seemed the gods were beginning to favor her again.
Snuggling beside Bruh, she looked up at the Sea Hunter opposite them—who, she mused, might also be wearing a "mask"—and asked,
"Mr. Sea Hunter, how do we cooperate?"
Byron gestured for her to relax, spreading his hands.
"It's simple," he said. "Just continue with your original mission. Except, in the past, you served The Skinners' Church; now, you will be working for our common interest. You can also think of yourself as a double agent."
