He smiled predatorily, all teeth and no warmth as my hand slid into my purse. Fingers wrapped around my knife hilt - one of the silver ones in a nice sheath meant to mask the scent of the metal, just like my dickey - as I kept my own expression as blank as I could.
"I wasn't aware Victoria was at all involved with Ashen Threads. Not that what she does in her life matters to me. Or who."
He chuckled at my provocative words, taking a step closer. I knew I should have worn the emitters as well. I'm not sure if I can activate them while putting them in my ears quickly enough.
"Oh, this isn't about fashion. This… is about the pack's hierarchy."
Another step. Fully playing up the menacing atmosphere. Are suits supposed to be imposing in the first place? Those pieces of clothing that people get all upset over with the slightest stain on them…
"And also about teaching certain Alphas about the consequences of leaving what they want... unclaimed."
