Villain Ch 1682. Tin Hubby
Larissa snorted—couldn't help it. She turned—and there were their friends.
Vivian led the pack, whipping coiled at her hip, ash smeared over one cheek like combat makeup.
Zoe slithered behind, drenched and steaming as usual, water magic still dripping off her hair.
Bella bounced at Zoe's side, tails swishing in giddy relief.
Jane ambled in last, cradling a reanimated skull like it was a purse dog. All of them looked equally battered, equally victorious.
Larissa planted a hand on her hip. "Define it, Viv."
Vivian eyed the lipstick-smeared corner of Allen's mouth, the still-heaving rise of his coat. "Uh-huh. The seal breaks, and you come out looking like a deleted scene from a vampire soap opera. We fought a choir-golem. You two fought each other's clothing, apparently."
Allen, still holding his sword, arched one brow at Vivian. "Priorities. We disabled an elite sanction construct and tried to solve the ritual puzzle. Kissed maybe once or two. You?"
