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──── ' magaritas and murders of old acquaintances ' ──── [CH. XXIX] ✦ ˚
" we draw the line at biting. "
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THERE IS A STRAINING TENSION IN THE AIR. The heels of Ophira's slacks thud against the ground as they both approach the stairway in the centre of the manor. Diego and Klaus mirror them to a tee, some sort of rigidness written across their faces, and Ophira's heart gives a lurch. It seems as if their last-minute manhunt for their sister was in vain.
Five's face mirrors exactly how Ophira feels. "No sign of Vanya."
"Not in the courtyard."
Diego seethes. "She's not in any of the rooms."
"She's not downstairs either."
With a step forward, Diego passes Klaus by with a smooth side-step. He unleashes a single palm, clasping it on his shoulder in such a masculine, brotherly fashion only Diego Hargreeves can wield. "Well, I'm out." He announces, almost brightly.
Klaus looks back at him, eyebrows drawn together. "Wait."
Diego doesn't, in fact, wait. He instead turns away from his siblings, heading straight toward the stairway. His intentions are very clear. He wasn't willing to linger around any more, and that intention sent an uproar amongst the others.
