At hearing Ember's confession, Dove practically sprang forward.
"I knew it! She was hiding something," she snapped. "C'mon, you seriously expect me not to use her as a lab rat now?" Her eyes locked onto Ember with a stare that could skin flesh from bone.
"Be quiet, Dove," Mystica said, calm but firm.
"What? She just confessed to working with Sylvathar. What more do you need? Just let me have her already," Dove pressed, that wicked grin never leaving her face.
"She has more to say," Mystica replied, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. She was fully aware of how twitchy Dove could get at the thought of a second test subject falling into her hands without any of the usual mess.
Dove opened her mouth to argue but froze when Lucy gave her a sidelong glance. A simple look—but potent enough to snap any fool into line.
"Fine then," Dove muttered, folding her arms. "The bitch better say something worth sparing her hide."
"Go on," Lucy said, her voice steady, her gaze sharp as ever.
