Round 159 Transcript

Jeane turns sharply toward Silra, her wings unfurling instinctively before catching herself. The soft brown feathers ruffle as she forces them back down with a visible effort that takes more control than it should. "You think you're walking out?" Her voice is dangerously quiet. "We're not done here."

She steps closer to the balcony door, her body language radiating warning despite trying to keep it contained. The penthouse suite feels suddenly too small for both of them.

I finish the last connection cleanly, tape securing the junction box. The building hums appreciation through the walls, a vibration that settles into my skin like satisfaction after good sex—except this is just work. Forty minutes until structural reinforcement starts, and every second counts. Jeane's trying to intimidate me at the balcony door? Pathetic. She can unfurl her wings all she wants; I'm not playing emotional blackmail. "You're not staying because you want me," I say flatly, wiping my hands on a rag that does nothing. "You're staying because the building's got your succubus ass in a bind and you're taking it out on us."