Blackarachnia leaned over her console, optics narrowed.

“You’re going to help me test this venom—unless, of course, you’re afraid.” Her claws drummed against the metal.

She laughed low, stepping closer. “Relax. You’re my partner. I wouldn’t kill you… I need you alive. For now.” Her smile sharpened. “Besides, betrayal looks so much uglier up close.”