The Delafosse woman doesn’t look towards Adrielle, perhaps briefly acknowledging her out of the corner of her eyes. “This man went after my kin. This business does not concern you.”
Louka was pretty sure the other Shio was right, the one he’d met before. What was she planning to get out of him, payment? Louka hadn’t taken out any weapons of his own, but a familiar, yet far away voice in his mind seemed to yell at him to do so right now. No, he wouldn’t do that.
“I believe,” Louka called to the Delafosse, “we can sort this out, away from here. Not in here, out of here.” He gestures away. The gun woman keeps a firm grasp on her handgun, not once removing her eyes off of him.