Quinlan studied Black Fang, then the dead serpent floating beside them, held at the surface by his water magic.
"One million two hundred thousand XP? From that?"
"Yes."
She remained in his arms, violet eyes fixed on her notification. Water dripped from the ends of her black strands onto Synchra's armor.
The monster had been level seventy. Even sharing the kill with him, she had received a reward that left him eager to dive down there and find another immediately.
"Hmm..."
Quinlan formed a screen of water between them and the beach. Black Fang's torn and drenched skirt had fallen open over his supporting arm. The people on the shore had already enjoyed quite enough of a spectacle today.
Wet silk clung to her waist, following every curve before gathering beneath his palm at her back. Her bare thigh rested against his wrist, droplets sliding down the pale skin to fall into the sea.
Quinlan glanced at her and found her watching him now.
