"I'll ask questions first," Victoria said with a smirk tugging at her lips, a spark of mischief dancing in her crimson eyes.
"Sure, why not? Not like we're racing against time anymore," Marcus replied with a matching grin, the edge in his voice carrying that familiar tone of sarcasm.
His gaze swept over the battlefield—or what was left of it. Crumpled stone, shattered lamp posts, and the unconscious bodies of their enemies scattered like broken dolls. Even the overseer remained half-buried under a collapsed wall, still breathing… barely.
"But let's move somewhere less conspicuous," Marcus added, jerking a thumb toward the carnage. "We're standing in a pile of unconscious criminals, after all."
