The question hung in the air like a blade.
"So, who is stronger between you two?"
Mamoon and Thessa exchanged glances. Both women were still processing everything—the battlefield carnage, the sudden peace, the strange man who'd somehow brokered it all. And now this question.
"I am," Mamoon said flatly, her yellow cat eyes narrowing. "Obviously."
Thessa's rabbit ears twitched in irritation despite her exhausted state. "That's debatable. In pure physical strength, maybe I—"
"Interesting," Tianlong interrupted, his smirk widening. He moved toward them with that same casual confidence. "Then both of you, come here."
Neither woman moved immediately.
Mamoon's claws flexed. "What are you—"
"I said," his voice dropped lower, carrying unmistakable authority, "come here."
