"Fuck if I know." Barty smiled in self-derision, shaking his head. "Small, annoyingly rational part of me that is aware that Sam isn't officially with me, hasn't been in a long time, and so I don't have any grounds to take this as a war declaration. On the other hand, there's the part of me that just thinks about the man I love sobbing in my arms and what I want to do is skin anyone who's even remotely involved alive."

That seemed decently rational still. "Practically speaking, I need the footage first of all. Any copies of it too. All of it destroyed. That's what Sam is focused on, that's what he trusted me with. I'm not as good with tech as your Ed, so that might be something I need help handling. But I want no one to actually see the footage. You see the dilemma."

Barty ran a hand through his hair and then sighed, reaching for his glass and taking a sip. "I want revenge too. I don't care whether Cheon knew. No one touches what's mine."