Round 26

The morning light filtering through stained glass painted the sanctuary in shifting colors—two women sprawled across the front pew, one stirring groggily while the other remained unconscious. Jeane moved up the stairs slowly, her nude form marked by drying fluids and lingering arousal. Time felt like it was running out. Silra's report echoed down from above: "The blonde is awake enough to notice we're gone soon." Her teal eyes fixed on Jeane and Halie in turn, conflict evident. "We need a plan that doesn't involve talking our way out of this. She'll see right through any bullshit story now."

Jeane's crimson gaze stayed locked on the stairs above...