The purple chain rattled between them like a cursed joke as Viktor moved toward where their half-dried clothes lay scattered near the dying embers of the makeshift heater.
Kaida yanked her arm back reflexively, and the chain snapped taut, jerking Viktor's wrist so hard he stumbled. "Stop pulling, you crazy—"
"Then stop 'moving', asshole!"
Bella watched from the side, her golden eyes tracking every frustrated tug of war. The chain glowed faintly in the dim cave, pulsing like a heartbeat that connected them whether they wanted it or not.
Viktor grabbed his torn shirt with his free hand, shaking his head. "We need to get dressed and get out of here. That fog outside? It's not normal."
Kaida scoffed, snatching her own top from the stone floor. The fabric was still damp but better than nothing. "What 'is' normal with you? Demon tails? Marriage chains? Accidentally shoving your—"
"'Accident.'"
"I 'will' cut it off."
