The manor Mamoon led them to wasn't what Tianlong expected. It was large—massive, even—with stone walls covered in vines and carved patterns of cats mid-hunt. The entrance hall was wide enough to fit a hundred warriors, but right now it felt cramped with tension.
They'd walked through the bloodied battlefield in silence. Mamoon kept glancing back at her daughter—at Yuna's red latex suit that left nothing to imagination, at the way she walked beside Tianlong like she belonged there. Thessa walked on the other side, her rabbit ears twitching nervously, still feeling the ghost of his fingers inside her.
Now they sat in what Mamoon called the "guest hall."
