Mika finally pulled away, smiling as he wiped the drool of his lips.
Yelena, on the other hand, rose slowly from all fours, her whole body trembling, not from fear, but sheer embarrassment.
Her face was flushed red to her ears, her ears twitching in frustration as she glared daggers at Mika.
If a look could kill, the boy would've been reduced to ash right there.
But she didn't move. She couldn't. Not yet.
She still had to challenge him, and attacking him now would only ruin her chance.
Her chest rose and fell as she turned stiffly toward her daughter, who was hovering nearby with a mortified blush and wide eyes.
"Charlotte." Yelena began in a trembling, too-sweet voice. "Could you be a dear and...forget everything you just saw? Completely erase it from your memory?"
Charlotte, fidgeting with her fingers, looked away shyly. "Well...if you told me to forget just the part where you were acting like a puppy, then maybe I could try. Maybe."
Yelena's eyes narrowed. "Maybe?"
