Medusa's frown was immediate, her brows pulling tight as her eyes flicked toward Winter. The android's words weren't what made her uneasy—it was the way she said them.
That calm, measured tone, as if nothing about this moment carried any weight. As if Medusa herself was already an afterthought.
Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.
'That bastard Harold said there were no superhuman threats here,' she thought, her gaze hardening. 'Let alone a powerful android…' Her jaw clenched, the anger settling in deep. 'He set me up.'
Medusa's lips pressed into a thin line as the realization burned through her. Her caution shifted to irritation, then to something sharper. Her mind sorted through options, debating whether to cut her losses now or—
A low grunt caught her ear.
She turned slightly, her gaze landing on Egor as he pushed himself fully upright, one hand still pressed against his stomach. His breathing was heavy, but he wasn't down—not yet.
'No, it's too dangerous. We should—'
