"There you are!"
Finn's head spun like a washing machine full of bad decisions. Dizzy, nauseated, he tried to recompose himself, blinking the blur from his eyes. When his vision finally steadied, he was met by a sight both familiar and chaotic—his entire party gathered around him.
Lickthorn, Chestelle, Seraphina, Isolde, Elise (wherever she'd been hiding), and right in his face—Majestria. All of them had different shades of worry painted on their expressions.
Lickthorn looked both aroused and horrified—like a pervert worried that his favorite toy had just broken.
Chestelle looked like a child about to cry beside her dying dad's hospital bed, lip quivering, eyes glassy.
What a beautiful welcoming committee, Finn thought. Straight out of hell.
Elise let out a relieved breath, smiling softly.
Seraphina looked heartbroken, her face the picture of a girlfriend who'd just been told her boyfriend didn't make it.
