"That is unless your allegiance to Camila was nothing more but a convenient lie."
Leo stared down at the bunch of uniformly dressed strangers that Urk led into the hall.
'So those are the Sanga guys,' he thought, taking his time to absorb all the information he could gain from just observing those people, trying to build a better, more wholesome mindset on how to potentially deal with them.
"Are you doubting my loyalty to my princess…?" The leader of the Sanga, Trayan, asked in a low, guttural voice.
His face contorted as if mere implication like that was the greatest sleight possible, an insult he had no plans to endure.
"I don't know you, man," Leo shrugged his shoulders. "What I know, though," he pushed the side of his coat aside, reaching out and resting his hand on the handle of his SMG, "the moment when you think you finally won, is the moment when you are the most vulnerable to a betrayal."
