Kaya kept her hands loosely on the steering wheel, guiding the massive sedan through the winding, tree-lined roads leading to their estate. Hearing his complaint, she couldn't help but let out a dry, mocking laugh.
She turned her head slightly, scoffing as she looked at him. "Yes," Kaya retorted, her voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. "Because your beast world is the most peaceful place in the universe. No constant territorial wars, no giant mutated snakes trying to eat us in our sleep, and absolutely zero warlords trying to poison my food. Just absolute, tranquil perfection."
Veer paused.
The immediate memory of the Venom-tooth Canyons flashed behind his golden eyes—the blood-soaked dirt, the brutal clan wars, and the countless nights he had spent standing guard over her tent while the wasteland tried to swallow them whole. She had survived a dimension of nightmares simply because her mind was sharper than any blade.
