"Ace, you're not part of S.S.S., right?" Matthews suddenly asked, locking eyes with him.
Ace narrowed his gaze. "Seriously? What kind of question is that?" he scoffed. "I killed three of their Sky-Tier members together with you guys—shouldn't that have earned me some trust and goodwill by now?" His tone was sharp, edged with clear irritation. He understood why Matthews was asking, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He knew how this looked.
First, he told them there were only a few S.S.S. members at Highway Resort. Then, when it turned out there were a hell of a lot more, he suddenly had an explanation.
Yeah, he could see why they'd think he set them up. But it was still annoying as hell.
"It's because of that goodwill that I'm asking nicely," Matthews said, voice cool, her meaning clear. "Instead of questioning you in a dark cell."
