Round 93

The barrier crackled with electricity, a translucent wall of raw power between Hera and the woman she loved. Jeane stood on the other side, her eyes filled with concern that barely masked something darker—possessiveness, perhaps, or genuine fear for Abby’s safety. Hera didn’t care which. She clutched the bottle of lubricant like a weapon, her amber eyes blazing with determination. “I have the lube,” she growled, taking another step forward despite the electrical discharge that crawled across the barrier’s surface. “I’m going in.”