"Us?" Bastet began.
Her voice was calm. Too calm. The word carried the weight of a verdict, her golden eyes lifting at last, imperial and cold, as though the very notion offended some immutable law of order.
"Separate?" Luna added, straightening from her seat. The hoodie did nothing to soften the menace rolling off her now, with her stormy eyes narrowing as her fingers curled slowly against the tabletop.
"From…" Calypso growled with the animosity of a wild beast.
"Kaiden?" Aria finished.
She didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. The heat in her glare was enough to scorch the thought from existence.
Jack swallowed.
It was loud in the silence.
He wasn't the only one. Several others shifted uncomfortably in their seats, with their Adam's apple bobbing, shoulders tightening as the oppressive pressure from Valhalla's Sinners settled over the room like a physical weight. The air still felt cold, brittle, as if one wrong word might shatter it entirely.
Then…
*Clap.*
