Grace lay on the couch like a dead starfish, staring at the ceiling and questioning all her life choices.
From a few feet away came the unmistakable sounds of Diana going to town on someone. Multiple someones, actually. Alia's high-pitched moans mixed with Zephyr's deeper ones, punctuated by the rhythmic slap of skin on skin and what sounded like furniture being rearranged. Aggressively.
Grace didn't even blink.
[Just another morning in paradise.]
Her body still ached from the Tempest fight. Every muscle felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. And from Diana's enthusiastic "debriefing" afterward. Mostly from Diana, if she was being completely honest. The woman had stamina that bordered on supernatural.
But underneath the physical exhaustion was something way worse. The crushing weight of knowing three more Pillars were out there somewhere. Three more fragments of Eternia's emotional baggage that she'd have to deal with.
"Grace?"
