Round 16

Jeane’s smile widens fractionally at Silra’s words, a dangerous edge glinting in her crimson eyes. “Oh darling,” she drawls, “as if I needed to be told that.” She turns back to Hera, ignoring the still-shocked Abby for now. “Come now, you can’t tell me you’re not curious about what we’ve been doing here.”

Hera’s gaze shifts between Jeane and Silra, conflict clear in her expression. The temptation to approach is strong—Jeane’s allure is undeniable—but Silra’s warning echoes in her mind. She remains rooted in place, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

Silra moves closer to Hera, placing herself between the two women. “Hey,” she says softly, “you don’t have to do anything you’re not sure about.” Her teal eyes flick toward Jeane with open suspicion before returning to Hera’s face. “We can figure this out together.”

Jeane laughs, a sound like silk and sin, as she retrieves a small vial from a nearby table. The clear liquid inside catches the light, hinting at its purpose. “Oh please,” she says, “as if you two haven’t been having your own fun.” She takes a step toward them, wings half-spread in an intimidating display of power and grace.

The room feels suddenly smaller, the air charged with unspoken tension. Hera finds herself taking an involuntary step back, her heart racing despite Silra’s reassuring presence between her and the approaching succubus.