“Disarm?” I knitted my brow in confusion as I struggled to comprehend the command.
My gaze drifted to the ground as I double-checked that I wasn’t secretly hosting a weapon that even I didn’t know about. The only thing clinging to my leg was the small child hiding within the cascading fabric of my dress. Miu’s burgundy eyes were cool and detached, gazing out with an icy indifference that was almost palpable. Under the weight of his glare, Penelope seemed to quiver slightly even as her fingers clutched tightly at the handle of her revolver. A soft hum escaped me as my finger thoughtfully traced the line of my jaw. The weapon wasn’t aimed at me yet, but the tension in the air made it clear that she would not hesitate to take decisive action at the slightest hint of danger. Miu must have sensed the undercurrents of a threat, too, as the space between us crackled.
“Step away from Noa,” Miu’s voice rang out. The tone made it clear that this was more of a command than a request.
