Arya's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with strategies. "What do you want from Shivay?" she demanded.
The leader sneered. "He possesses something that belongs to us. A valuable asset, stolen from our organization."
Shivay's expression remained calm, but Arya detected a hint of tension in his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The leader snorted. "Don't play dumb, Shivay. We know you have it. Hand it over, and we might let you live."
Arya's grip on her gun tightened. "You're not taking anything from him without going through me first."
The leader smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I was hoping you'd say that, Cards Queen. Let's make this interesting. If you win, we leave Shivay alone. But if you lose... he belongs to us."
Arya's heart raced, her mind calculating the odds. She knew the Red Vipers were notorious for their ruthlessness, but she also knew Shivay's life was worth fighting for.