"Ember?" Mystica echoed, her voice low and skeptical. "She's turning herself in?"
"If you ask me," Dove drawled, reclining back with lazy indifference, "it's a trap. Pure and simple. And for the record, this has nothing to do with my trust issues." She flashed a devilish grin. "Still, nothing's stopping us from locking her up, right?"
Mystica rose from the couch, her eyes narrowing. "Is dissecting people the only thing you ever think about?"
"What?" Dove said innocently, feigning offense. "I never said anything about dissection."
"It's written all over your face."
"Pfft. Semantics." Dove waved her hand dismissively. "And let's be honest—calling her a person might be generous. She is a hybrid. And from a purely scientific standpoint, she'd make an ideal second subject. A perfect control for—"
"Enough," Lucy cut in sharply. Her voice silenced the room like a blade through silk. "We'll settle this when we speak to Ember directly. Now, let's go."
