â  donât  act  like  you  wouldnât  kill  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  twins,  mitchell.  those  wandering  eyes  are  fooling  nobody.  â  she smirks, a catlike reflex sheâs grown all too accustomed to. part of it gives her a thrill, working for the mysterious âaâ, everyoneâs lives on a thread hanging from her fingertips. sure, she had loved ones, but love to her was a sacrifice â they would have to sacrifice themselves to prove their love to her.  â  no  need  to  thank  me  baby,  i  worry  about  her,  you  know  ?  you,  on  the  other  hand  ⌠ â she pats her clutch laid out on the bar, a crinkle from within indicating there was some sort of illegal substance hidden in the crevices.  â  seems  like  the devil  himself  is  asleep  anyway,  what  do  you  say  we  take  advantage  and  paint  the  town  red  a  little  ?  â
she wasnât lying-- the thought had crossed his mind a few times but was he about to let her know that? she.. probably could already see it on his features, so in order to avoid any conversation on the subject again he takes a sip of his drink and averts his eyes. duncanâs lips purse in thought, eyes finally landing o hers again with a brow slowly raising. ââme.. what? you know you donât gotta worry, iâm fine.ââ duncan says almost defensively, eyes lowering. ââwhattya got in mind, hm?ââ