"My vote goes to the Madam."
A satisfied smile settled on Lucian's face, his expression telling the room they were making the right call.
Amid it all, he felt his throat tighten around an oncoming cough.
As if she sensed it, Ashley took his hand and tugged gently.
"Let's get out of here," she said — her voice the softest anyone in that room had ever heard from her.
She smiled and nodded at him, unbothered by the people who had no choice but to acknowledge her.
Lucian squeezed her hand. "Mhm."
Ashley held his arm as they moved, ready to support him if needed. But Lucian kept his composure, taking one steady step at a time beside her.
Near the door, Ashley paused. "Hang on," she murmured to him before glancing back.
"Gustav, Lukas." The shift in her tone was sharp enough to make Lukas flinch. "Assist Tank and Vodka. Take our people back and make sure they're unharmed. If any of them aren't — deal with whoever's responsible."
