A cold, sharp, possessive fury sliced through Xiang.
She had just gone through the trouble of containing the little distractions, only to find him preparing to leave.
"Let's move out?" she repeated, her voice dripping with a silken danger that made the air in the velvet-draped room grow heavy, charged with ozone and her own dark intent.
"You just returned, and now we are leaving for the inner circles?"
Akane, the white-haired fox-eared woman, looked between them, her golden eyes wide with a tension she clearly didn't understand.
"Xiang, he's right. The situation is—"
"Quiet, little fox," Xiang purred, not even glancing at her. Her entire focus was on Tianlong as she began to move towards him, her black robes whispering against the plush carpet.
Each step was a deliberate, predatory glide, her hips swaying with a promise of violence and pleasure. "I came here for my husband, not for a mission briefing."
