Roland's veteran eyes narrowed with intense, suffocating suspicion, his gaze shifting between Cedric's maddening grin and Siren's frozen posture. The air in the room felt thick enough to draw blood.
"If you ever repeat this stunt again," Roland spoke, his voice dropping into a lethal, venomous whisper, "I swear I will kill you myself, Cedric."
Cedric let out a soft, careless laugh, raising his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender. "Oh, come now, my partner. Relax. Why all this agitation? I will leave if you insist; it is absolutely no problem at all."
"Then get the hell out," Roland snapped, stepping forward, his frame radiating rigid authority. "What are you waiting for? I am in no mood for your impromptu meetings."
"Alright, alright," Cedric purred, adjusting the collar of his coat with infuriating elegance. "I shall return at a later, more appropriate time."
