Round 41

Halie moved closer to Silra, her expression serious despite the lingering flush from earlier activities. "Jeane's offer is too good to be true—it is true because of what it costs." Her voice was low, meant for Silra's ears alone. "If you're set on learning magic, I'll help you find a mentor who doesn't require your soul in exchange. But not here, and not now." She glanced at Jeane, then back to Silra, her blue-grey eyes filled with protective suspicion.

Silra watched the demon's wings shift behind her back, the movement drawing attention away from her still-hard nipples. Interesting—Jeane didn't like being challenged openly, especially by Halie, who was supposed to be on their side. But there was no mistaking that protective instinct. She appreciated the sentiment, but she could handle herself. Her eyes drifted to Hera standing nearby, too still in her fascination. That girl was trouble waiting to happen if someone didn't keep a leash on her curiosity. Or maybe that's exactly what she thought Silra needed—a good leashing.

The room felt charged with unspoken tension as the party dynamics shifted once more.