Morvessa's voice cracked the sky.
Sharp. Absolute.
Like the third angel descending to investigate who stole Heaven's spare key for solo use.
Validia and Nathan's kiss paused.
But only for a moment.
Validia licked Nathan's lips like she was savoring the final dessert before going to war.
His breath hitched. The taste she left behind was humid—sweet, but with a tangy afterburn like fruit soaked in body heat. A ribbon of drool stayed between their lips, quivering like a tightrope walker's final step. Nathan's heart thumped. His tongue twitched. His pants grew… less theoretical.
"Ah… sorry," she murmured, then turned upward. "Oh… Morvessa."
Morvessa floated midair, her black wings stretched wide like a banner reading "NO ERECTIONS IN THE AGRICULTURAL ZONE."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You all…" her gaze swept downward, "…what are you doing?"
Validia responded without hesitation.
"Following Nathan's orders."
