"Have you heard of the Silver Moon Wolf?" Grey asked.
Amunet jumped. "Where did you hear that name from?!"
"So you have. Interesting."
Amunet took a step back and Grey's head tilted, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Let me guess. This is the last piece you need for your little Frame, isn't it?"
Amunet went completely stiff.
"The same Lineage you backstabbed me for, is that so?"
Amunet still didn't reply.
"And now I have the last piece, don't I? What an interesting little game your Producer is playing. It's quite funny, don't you think? I can already imagine what they thought would happen.
"They thought you'd bat your eyelashes and I'd just fall head first into your lap again. Or maybe I'd realize that of all the assholes around here, you're the strongest, so of course I should use Mon Amie on you, shouldn't I?
"Then I'll have to decide whether I should pay you back for the backstab and take the Frame for myself, or let you have it.
