Sommer's voice came like thunder after lightning.
"You're offering protection like I'm weak."
"I'm offering alliance," he said, no longer smiling.
"You're offering chains," she snapped.
He looked her in the eye. "You still don't trust me?"
"I don't trust the part of me that ever did."
For a second — just a second — Jakob's bravado broke. Beneath it was something real, something scarred.
He didn't argue.
Didn't push.
Just stepped back with a short nod.
"You know where to find me."
He motioned to his crew, and slowly, the Diamond Eights filed out — without a fight, without a drink, without another word.
But Jakob didn't turn away without saying one last thing:
"Next time you hear from that brunette... ask yourself what she really wants in return."
And then he was gone.