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Dream must've sensed the fury in (Y/n)'s eyes because he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and glued her to his side, smiling warmly at the traitor. "I am glad to see you are alright, Error. Nightmare does not suspect you, I take it?"

"Yeah, Boss doesn't know," Error said dismissively, shifting uneasily under the heat of (Y/n)'s glare.

"You left us," (Y/n) seethed, fighting to get out of Dream's iron grip. "You betrayed us!"

Error scoffed. "Please. I was simply playing both sides."

"'Both' includes my side, daemonium," she growled.

"You're alive, aren't you?" He crossed his arms, not looking the least bit guilty. "So clearly-"

"Not all of us lived," Ink said blankly, making the mood shift abruptly.

Error openly glared at him. "And whose fault is that? Yours, squid."

"If you claim to be on our side, then why did you keep Outer bound so Killer could attack him?" Ink's gaze was piercing, and despite their feud, Error almost looked uncomfortable with the lack of emotion on the other Archdemon's face. "You distracted me and got Outer killed in the process." The fire lit in Error's sockets as he stepped towards Ink, his strings already wrapped around his fingers.

"Stop." The word was unnaturally cold coming from Dream, and all eyes were immediately on him. "If we are going to blame anyone for Outer's death then we should blame the one that forced Killer's hand." Error sent a snide lingering look Ink's way and Ink simply brandished his paintbrush in response. "Infighting does not help us achieve our goal, and if any of you feel like testing my patience, then I will gladly put you in your place." (Y/n) felt a shiver go up her spine as Dream glanced down at her, the cold in his golden gaze only disappearing for her. "[I understand you are upset with Error, but please refrain from making this more difficult by fighting, my dear.]" The request was sweet, and even if (Y/n) really wanted to release some pent-up frustration on the glitchy demon, she yielded for her mate.

"[Fine. But I am going to get the truth out of him.]" She narrowed her eyes on Error, whose teeth pulled back in a sneer in response—though she swore there was some hurt in his sockets before he switched his gaze to Waylon.

"Well put, King Dream," Waylon said professionally, clasping his hands together and tilting his wrist to check the time on his watch. "I can't stay for long, but I will be available through my demons and through this phone." He pulled an old-fashioned burner phone from his back pocket and extended it towards (Y/n). "I will never call you, so if it rings, you are an investor I have been chatting with and we've nearly sealed the deal, and you'll be meeting me next Sunday for brunch to discuss the final details."

(Y/n) took the phone with a raised eyebrow, spinning it in her hands. "A cover story?" He nodded. "Why?" This wasn't a spy movie, so why the secrecy?

"In case the Mrs. becomes suspicious and calls you." He adjusted his cuff, fiddling with it before rolling his sleeve back to his elbow, then doing the same for the other one. "I do hope you understand how risky this is for me. If she finds out, then she will kill me." He folded his arms, his forearms flexing subtly with uneasy tension as his eyes seemed to pierce through her to her very soul.

"And if she finds me, then I'm dead," (Y/n) replied, putting the phone in her pocket as she mirrored his pose.

His lips quirked up. "Then we are united in our goal and I look forward to our partnership." Messing up meant death for both them and very likely death for their demons, so if nothing else, at least they were equally invested. "I take it your demons will protect you with their lives?" His experienced gaze swept across her batch of demons behind her, sizing them up and comparing them to his own as well as Mrs. Waylon's.