Margaret's smile slowly faded as Dylan's words settled over the tower, and for a brief moment the cold wind seemed to grow sharper around them while the battlefield below continued roaring with gunfire, growls, and the violent flashing of the laser weapons cutting through the night.
"You speak very boldly for someone standing in another family's fortress," Margaret said softly, her gaze resting on Dylan without blinking.
Dylan's expression did not change. "I am speaking boldly because this fortress is currently under attack, and because the people standing on this wall are not dying so you can settle personal grudges."
The corner of Enzo's lips lifted faintly despite the gun still pressed against his head. "Careful, Dylan, she might accuse you of poisoning the old man too."
Margaret's gaze snapped toward Enzo, her eyes darkening instantly. "You really do not know when to keep your mouth shut."
