Lucien had expected this much. Scarlet Diablo turning on Vincent after Edmund dangled a sweeter deal wasn't shocking.
What shocked him was that Edmund hadn't swooped in to stop this circus.
'But what the fuck are they doing? Running around like bulls in a damn bullfighting arena?!'
He cursed them all—and himself—for thinking they were smarter than this mess.
If it was going to end like this, maybe he should've accepted his grandfather's offer to watch from afar when the kidnapping happened.
He had hated the idea—it would've ruined the whole plan with his temper—but right now that "ruined plan" was starting to look like a lifeline.
At least with Vincent, he'd dug so deep with Obscura that he knew which manor he'd be locked in, even down to the escape routes.
With Mikhail? He knew nothing. No safety net, no map, no way out.
'Fuck. This is the worst.'
