Round 34

Hera’s protective stance was immediate and unmistakable. She inserted herself between Silra and Jeane with the fluid efficiency of someone who’d faced down far worse threats than a succubus in a luxury penthouse—though perhaps not quite as stylishly dressed for the occasion. Her arms crossed defensively over her chest, the athletic woman’s posture radiating barely restrained protective fury. “Listen here, demon,” she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through the room’s tension, “we don’t know what kind of tricks you’re trying to pull with this binding business. And frankly, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.” Her amber eyes locked onto Jeane with naked suspicion. “So why don’t you back off and let Silra make her own decisions without any pressure from you?”