Keith holds a knife at Cassidy's throat.
Edward curses out loud, turning instead to point his gun at him, but he soon learns he can't shoot without risking her safety. Her captor might act before him. Seven, on the other hand, observes Bryan staring stiffly at Asher - disbelief, fury and betrayal flashing across his eyes.
"Edward?" Cassidy intoned, her voice surprisingly firm.
His expression softens a little. He can't help but sigh in relief despite their current situation.
"Cassidy-"
"You know, Keith..." Asher cut Edward off, his drawl of Keith's name disrespectfully sarcastic.
"We could've escaped with Cassidy long before they showed up."
"Yes..." Keith spat, glaring spitefully at Seven.
"But that bastard shot the one I love. I know you're the reason why Sophie's in a comatose up until now. I'd rather you all see me slit this woman's throat instead."
