Eclipse didn't expect his night to end like this—trapped beneath a former ally, a blade at his throat, and the distant sound of footsteps that probably meant more trouble.
Lying on a church-issued mattress. Room barely lit. One hand trapped under his head, the other hovering somewhere near regret. And on top of him—Valeria. Knees braced on either side of his hips, her fingers still clutched the dagger he had given her weeks ago. The same dagger now pressing lightly against his throat.
And her lips.
Kissing his neck.
The tension in the room was almost comical.
He blinked up at her.
She blinked back, frozen in the act, her warm breath ghosting along his skin.
"…Huh," Eclipse muttered.
Valeria snapped out of it first, jerking upright like she'd been struck by lightning. The dagger clattered against the floor as she pulled back with a strangled, embarrassed yelp.
"I—I thought—!"
"You thought what, exactly?" Eclipse asked dryly, brushing his collar where the blade had kissed.
