Somehow, the morning had turned into the wives having mimosas in bed.
Abaddon wasn't drinking anything. He was doing the necessary work of keeping everyone's focus on Lailah's concerning new vision.
Which wasn't necessarily the easiest thing to do when everyone had enjoyed their third or fourth glass.
Still, listening to Lailah was the priority.
"I don't get it… this wasn't the end war, it was something far more animalistic and uncontrolled… I felt destruction reverberating in my very cells. I could smell the blood."
Abaddon removed Erica's hand from his sweatpants and placed it back into her lap.
"I wonder if this is what Life and Possibility were trying to warn us about before. That Worldjoiner person."
Valerie pulled down the straps of her top and made sure everyone but Lailah saw her gorgeous breasts.
Abaddon felt his underwear grow significantly stuffier.
Before they stumbled into a problem that could only be solved one way, Abaddon imagined his mothers in nun dresses.
