"I think," Zephyra emphasized every single syllable, leaning forward slightly with a dangerous smirk, "this historic, barrier-shattering ascension is directly related to you fucking her. And by the look of it, you fucked her until the heavens literally cracked open."
Ahem!
Sol coughed again, harder this time, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand while casually turning half an inch to the side. "It... it just sort of happened. We were talking about the conquest, things got heated, and well... one thing led to another."
He glanced sideways at her face, his senses, carefully scanning her features for any sign of cold fury, bitter jealousy, or hidden resentment.
Internally, Sol was sweating more than he had during the siege of the Zharun. This was a lethal dynamic that could turn catastrophic in a single breath.
