Scarlet's POV
Mr. Hans settled into a plush seat, his arms resting comfortably on the chair. His gaze flicked dismissively toward Dickson and Priscilla. "And who are these two? Fresh meat?"
"Unfortunately, no," I said, my tone flat. "They're still useful, for now. I called you here to ask you about something that happened some weeks back. Why did you stop going after Eleanor Moore?"
His face tightened, a flash of genuine frustration breaking through his polished facade. "The Vexxon triplets," he said, the name a bitter taste in his mouth. "They made it very clear that I was to cease all interest in her permanently. They implied the consequences would be... terminal."
I was stunned. I hadn't been aware of that. "How long ago was this?"
"Less than twenty-four hours after the incident at the Serpent's Kiss."
My blood ran cold. "And you didn't think to inform me?"
