The strange thing was that under other circumstances, at another time, Mystique might well have agreed with Bennet. She served only herself, followed by the interests of those like her, and she knew as well as any that there were probably other ways of accomplishing those ends. In another hundred years, everything she was doing now would become relative, a memory, and old allegiances always faded, if only when everyone died.
For the moment, though, only one man was dead, and game or not, unusual temperament or not, one of Mystique's eyebrows rose slowly.
"I told you, if I wanted there to be trouble, you would have other things on your mind than keeping a civil tongue. You're the only one to bring up quarrels, or leaving, and rest assured, once this pleasant reunion is over there will be no consequences. Although," she narrowed her eyes slightly, something brief and dangerous behind chestnut lashes. "If you think that your donations are my concern when you're using that tone?"
A laugh, pleasant smiles, and Mystique was already turning away, disappearing into the crowd. "You don't know me particularly well. Enjoy your hunt."