The left corner of the Reeve's mouth twitched back into a stilted frown. Perhaps at the display of naked fangs, more likely at Cotouri's request. It was, after all, no small matter to bestow even a measure of amnesty, and in truth, Josephine had no desire to. However, she had just tempted the traitor with it. It would be incredibly foolish to suddenly withdraw it now that Cotouri had agreed to be cowed. Thus, the Reeve relented. Conditionally.
"If you agree to aid Clarke's Domain through aiding me, then yes, I will agree to stop this butchery. Know, however, that any further hostilities on you or your chattel's part might void this promise. Now, then, this way, if you please," Josephine said, gesturing for Cotouri to walk in front towards the doors of the Bunker, where her subordinates awaited.
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