Her voice was startled. Desperate.
Yuna's body followed.
She floated up beside Hana, still mostly unconscious, her limbs hanging loose, head lolling to the side. Cum-streaked face catching the light.
Both women hovered in the air for a moment.
Then they drifted—smoothly, like they were being carried by invisible servants—across the room.
Toward the massive king-size bed draped in blood-red sheets.
They settled onto the mattress with barely a sound. Hana's thick body sank into the expensive fabric. Yuna's smaller form lay beside her, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
Sophia stared.
Clara's mouth hung open.
Priya made a small, broken sound.
"How..."
Raven ignored the question.
He turned back to Veronica.
She was still pressed against the wall, breathing hard, the toys clutched so tightly in her hands her knuckles had gone white.
His gaze dropped to the silk rope wrapped around her wrist.
