Just seeing her here, in one of their uniforms, stirred a million emotions within the Cajun man. She used to stand with him, stand against them, and her betrayal had cut quick. Remy LeBeau didn’t trust easily, but a part of him had trusted her, or at least wanted to, and she had thrown it away.

“You mean dis?” he asked, gesturing around at the fire and destruction that surrounded them. “Dis ain’t nothin’ compared t’ what I can do,” he finished darkly. Removing the charge from the cards in his hand, he folded them up and then fanned them out again, casually letting them play about his fingers.

“Never thought I’d see you standin’ up fo’ scum like dat.” He flicked an uncharged card at the man cowering behind her, smirking when the man flinched as the card harmlessly struck him.