Yelena's thoughts were already tangled, and Mika's boldness only made them burn hotter. She stood there, staring at him in that white abyss, her chest rising and falling as she tried to hold her composure.
But he noticed. Of course he noticed.
And before she could collect herself, Mika suddenly stepped toward her and—
Smack!
—his palm landed squarely on her ass.
The sharp sting jolted through her body, echoing loudly in the still void and the thousands of swords suspended in the Sanctuary trembled violently, as though even they were stunned that he would spank the very master of this realm.
Yelena's face flared red. Her hand instinctively grabbed her rear where he had struck, her eyes flashing indignantly as she glared at him.
"Mika, what in the world was that?!" She hissed, her voice rising with both anger and fluster. "This is my Sanctuary! I am its ruler! How dare you treat me so shamelessly here of all places?"
