Chapter 43: Dance
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night,
and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt" —Sun Tzu.
While I sweep my gaze across the ballroom, one particular person catches my attention. He still wears the same shades as before, and his jaws are clenched tighter than ever. I can feel a string of violent hums resonating through our bond, delivering his fury.
Wesker is certainly sober enough to hate me now, but I’m not gonna let his broodiness ruin my evening. He can stay, or he can go back to this room. I don’t care. I’ve already got what I want from him: his unlimited loyalty.
At some point, Mother pats me on the shoulder and whispers, “Mingle for a while. I’ll make an opening for your speech when the time arrives”, before turning her attention back to father.
