"What do we do?!" Fiona's voice cracked under the weight of urgency, her trembling hands clenched at her sides as she fought the gnawing helplessness.
"I'll give him what he wants," Saldrich muttered, her mind racing. After weighing the options, few as they were, this was the only route that was best applicable to ascertain the upper hand they have.
Aldrich had demanded a duel. A personal confrontation. And if that's what he desired, then she would meet him on those terms.
"Sal!" Fiona called after her, the name sliced short by an undeniable understanding between the two.
"I know." Saldrich glanced over her shoulder. "And don't worry… I have no intention of underestimating what he's capable of anymore."
Fiona said nothing in return, she didn't need to. She knew Saldrich well enough to understand the importance behind those words. That name, spoken with such brevity, carried a thousand unspoken pleas.
