Jean-Claude's hologram paced around the table. "They're quite safe, if anyone's asking. For now. But their continued well-being depends entirely on your decision."
"What do you want?" Gwen growled, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
"A simple exchange. One of your bosses for Guy Pasteur. I'm sure you can appreciate the poetry in that."
He shook his head. "No deal. Guy stays where he is."
"Is that so? Is that your final answer?"
"Yes," Will answered without even thinking.
"Aren't you concerned with your boss, Marie?"
Will raised a brow. "Is that a trick question?"
Gwen grabbed his shoulder, spinning him to face her. "What the hell? We need to get the Countess back."
"I won't trade Guy for her. Jean-Claude would gain too much leverage."
"Are you serious? She's our clan leader. We have to make the swap."
"If we do, there won't be a clan left. Jean-Claude would wipe us out."
