A Traitor's Vow : Splitting into Groups for the Next Raid.

Vasquez' expression softened further, his eyes returning finally to their natural shade as he gazed at Nightshade. The dark and terrifying aura around him faded away, replaced with calmness, giving Nightshade a reason to exhale.

"I hate to admit it, but you are right, Vendetta," Vasquez said, his deep voice calm and soft as he spoke, "I wouldn't also thinking of passing an opportunity with these hotties, especially your sister."

Nightshade turned around with a scoff leaving his lips, "I would rather not, you could have Elyria or Seraphina, definitely not Claire. I can risk my sister being with a," he paused and gave Vasquez a scrutinizing gaze, "A sadist and masochist."

"Like you are not one yourself."

Nightshade gasped lowly, feigning innocence, "Nightshade may be one, but not Me, I am not a masochist."