As soon as Kill Clause entered the kitchen, she found an empty seat and calmly sat down beside NukEncore. She moved with the same cool certainty she brought everywhere, as if the chair had been waiting for her all along. The moment she sat down, the kitchen seemed to settle around her. Even NukEncore, still puffing her cheeks a little, grew quieter at her side. Martin noticed it too and straightened almost instinctively.
One glance at the piles of empty plates, the sweet snacks, and, naturally, NukEncore's puffed cheeks told her all she needed to know. Something as significant as Martin's duel with Thorn'Shield had happened.
The smell of coffee still lingered in the warm kitchen, mixing with sugar and the buttery scent of the snacks NukEncore had been attacking moments earlier. Plates sat stacked in messy little towers across the table, giving the gathering an oddly domestic feel despite the tension running beneath it.
Martin knew better than to underestimate Kill Clause.
