Right now, granny Lyra had transformed into something so terrifying that even the system would be deceived into mistaking her for an orc and would hand over the rewards in surrender and pity.
But that wasn't possible as the two of them occupied different worlds at the moment. Jax was also on his way to play with some poor boys just like her. Except these poor boys happened to have thrones beneath their asses.
Jax walked toward the center of the garden with his hands tucked inside his pants. Roxana followed from behind, even though every cell in her body was screaming at her to turn around and run.
She had just survived a heart attack from his recent words and her own earlier comment about turning the manor into a graveyard and now she was being marched straight into whatever disaster he was about to create next.
