The Chaos Blade trembled above Simon's head.
His Seed of Pride held it there, but Lilith hadn't loosened her grip.
He could teleport.
That was the first solution that came to mind.
Unfortunately, escaping the room wouldn't solve anything. They were bound together. She would find him, and he would be having this argument somewhere less private.
Preferably without a sword over his head.
"Lilith-"
Behind him, the sheets rustled.
Simon froze.
Seraya stirred. A small frown creased her brow, and her arm stretched across the pillow where he had been, fingers searching. When they found only fabric, her eyes cracked open. She pushed herself up on one elbow, silver hair spilling across her face, and let out a long, unguarded yawn.
'Oh shit.'
She rubbed her eyes and glanced at Neris, who was still wrapped around her pillow. Then she looked around the room.
Her gaze landed on Simon.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes again.
"…Blackmoon?"
