You were a highly wanted criminal, having been just out of Wriothesley's grasp during every encounter. That would all end tonight, however.

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Rumors, gossip, and the like had tipped him off on your whereabouts. Luckily, it had all been true. Here you both now stand, locked in a tense dance at one of Fontaine's biggest parties. His arm had snaked around your waist, preventing escape.

"You won't get away this time." Wriothesley muttered, his free hand reaching for his handcuffs.