The tent flap burst open and five women poured through it like a wave that had been held back by a dam made of canvas and willpower.
Calypso reached him first.
The Valkyrie hit him at full speed, arms wrapping around his torso with the kind of force that would have cracked a lesser man's ribs, and the metal chair he'd been sitting in didn't stand a chance. It tipped backward and Kaiden went with it, his back hitting the ground with Calypso on top of him, and before he could draw breath, four more bodies piled on.
Bastet buried her face in his neck. Aria's arms locked around his waist from the side. Luna pressed her forehead against his shoulder and held on with a grip that had nothing casual about it. Nyx draped herself across all of them with the calm efficiency of a woman who'd calculated the optimal angle to touch him despite the bundle of far too needy girls already on him.
The metal chair lay sideways on the ground. The recording artifact wobbled on its tripod.
