Round 41

The bedroom air crackled with residual energy, something tangible left behind by the intense magic that had flowed between Silra and Jeane moments before. Hera stood near the door, her amber eyes wide as she tried to process what she’d just witnessed—her friend, the woman who’d been like a sister to her since childhood, engaged in acts that seemed utterly out of character. But more than that, there was something else… a feeling that the very atmosphere had shifted, charged with possibilities both terrifying and thrilling.

Jeane turned away from Silra, her movements sharp and agitated as she stalked across the room toward Hera. Her wings were half-spread, catching the light in leathery folds that spoke of barely contained power. When she spoke, her voice held an edge that could have cut glass. "You want to talk about energy signatures?" she demanded, stopping just out of arm’s reach. "Fine. Let’s talk about how you waltz in here trying to play savior when you’re the one who interrupted us." Her wings shifted restlessly behind her—a subtle threat display that spoke volumes about her mood.

Hera stood her ground, though her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides—a nervous tic Jeane noticed immediately. The human woman met her gaze without flinching, which either meant she was braver than she looked or just too dumb to know when to back down. "I understand," Hera said quietly, her voice steady despite the tension thrumming through her body. "And I agree—if there’s magic at work here that could harm Si...