She heard the distant, scandalized shrieks of the fleeing Uncle.
'Mission accomplished,' Seraphina smiled, a bright, sunny, completely unrepentant grin. 'The marriage threat is neutralized. The Uncle is traumatized. Auntie Elara has a new hobby. And Papa Duke gets a cardio workout.'
She took another bite of her cookie, her pitch-black eyes sparkling with absolute, victorious delight.
The Capital was her playground, and she was playing the game on God Mode.
The primary study of the Nacht Capital Estate looked as though it had recently hosted a Category-Five hurricane composed of flying furniture, shattered glass, and homicidal dark mana.
A priceless porcelain vase was currently pulverized into fine white dust across the blueberry carpet. The heavy velvet curtains, having been previously frozen solid, were now shredded into sad, melting ribbons.
