The subordinate replied respectfully, "According to the information we've gathered, Bree appears to have taken an interest in Dax."
Vincent lounged lazily against the sofa, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His long legs, clad in perfectly tailored black trousers, rested atop the coffee table, the elegant lines of his physique accentuated by the precise cut of the fabric.
The relentless nausea of the past few days had left a faint pallor on his handsome features. A lingering weariness shadowed his eyes, refusing to fade completely.
At the mention of Bree's interest in Dax, the fingers scrolling across his communicator paused ever so slightly.
His voice remained calm as he asked, "And what is Dax's position, the Fox Clan's stance, and the attitude of the Empire's upper leadership?"
