Scott was a man of contrasts.
Growing up, Ashley had always wondered why he continued serving Marshal. Scott was clearly skilled—skilled enough that countless organizations would have welcomed him and offered him a far better position. They would have treated him with far more respect than Marshal ever had.
She had asked him about it many, many times.
And as always, the only response she received was either silence or an answer that had nothing to do with the question.
God knew how many times she had asked him to run away with her.
But Scott never would.
"We move tomorrow night," Ashley announced, concluding the meeting. She then glanced at Gustav. "Good luck."
Gustav merely shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. After sweeping his gaze over everyone in the room, he walked away without another word. The two men accompanying him nodded at the others before following him out.
Everyone else remained: Ashley, Lucian, Red, Khan, and the rest of her faction.
