The Knotty Omega hit Skardos like a plague.
Drakenfell's unofficial head of intelligence found one pinned to her parlor door. She then stormed into Tiberon's study.
"Have you seen this filth?" Bellatrix demanded, slamming a crumpled copy onto his desk. "Tell me it's not true."
Tiberon glanced at it. "Seen what?"
Across the castle, a portal formed, and Serena didn't smell the ambush coming.
She stepped through, boots barely touching stone, already turning towards Dex's quarters. She had exactly one plan: crawl into bed, press herself against him, and exist in silence until the sun came up.
To her surprise, Elara was waiting for her. "With me. Now."
Elara grabbed her by the arm, and Serena knew where she was being pulled without having to ask.
As soon as they were inside the storage room, Serena put up her hands in surrender. "Elara, I tried to friendzone him. I said it before he was inside of me, and—."
Elara cut her off. "We will discuss that later."
