“Don’t mention it,” he said to Nettie, strangely sincere.

No, really. He’d leave her to her fate in a heartbeat.

“Peace of the dead out here,” Aslan said to Nettie, as though that were the most normal thing in the world to say, and then turned his head to Nisa. “You’re right, it’s the perfect spot.”

Innuendo ran in the family, after all.

He looped his arm around Nisa, contemplating the purposes of strait jackets only briefly as he did so. So many possibilities, and the creative mind only found more.

He allowed his gaze to shift to Malachi at his reassurance.

“Ever the inventress,” Aslan smiled thinly, watching the pair’s narrow escape departure. “Of course, Nisa.”

He side-eyed Nisa when she urged them to consider the brevity of life. Well. At least he had had some nice company before she decided to finally off him.

“Influential pair, those two,” Aslan said, pausing by the flowerbed before starting to walk to the front once more. “Rich family. Incredibly rich family.”

High profile, in other words. Like the damned husband she had offed. He didn't actually know shit about the Brennans, but the more unappealing he could make murdering them sound, the better.

He couldn’t see them ahead of them.