"Slavery is theft"
Cassius halted mid-step. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, the night air grew thick with unspoken threats. Idris and Tio exchanged wary glances, their amusement from earlier fading. Desmond, as always, remained unreadable, his gaze locked onto me as if he were silently assessing the weight of my words.
Cassius slowly turned around, his eyes burning with restrained fury. "You don't know what you're talking about, Elder Dante," he said, his voice smooth, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
I took a step closer, my stance relaxed but my presence unwavering. "Oh, but I do," I countered. "And you know I do." My eyes never left his. "Freyr will know soon, too. And when he does, do you think he'll let it slide?"
Cassius' lips curled into a smirk, but it didn't reach his eyes. "That sounds like a threat."