The moment Alia and Tessa stepped into the house, they braced themselves for the expected symphony of moans.
Surely, by now, Selma and Ivy, who had been practically vibrating with anticipation would have already pounced on Luca.
After all, two days ago, when the first wave of elves had swarmed the Hero, those two had been swept aside in the chaos, forced to watch from the edges as others claimed what they desperately wanted.
They had complained bitterly afterward, their frustration simmering.
Now, finally, their turn had come. Alia had been certain they wouldn't waste a single second.
But as she crossed the threshold, the expected sounds never came.
Instead, there was only silence.
She exchanged a puzzled glance with Tessa, whose brow was furrowed in equal confusion.
They moved deeper into the house, their footsteps muffled by the thick tension that hung in the air.
And then they entered Luca's room.
